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About New York City

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, who’s playin’ the game? Saw this gal once, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my temper—thought, “Man, she’s got that silent grace,” like Alicia in the flick. Didn’t even blink when I asked her rate—50 bucks, quick deal, no chit-chat. Made me laugh, y’know? Straight-up business, no bullshit—like, “Here’s your dance, pay up, Jack!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Man, I totally dig how neighborhoods twist together. Southwest Galliano? Pure magic. Cramped cafes line Dell Avenue. I remember this one time – so many cool dates arranged from my app – a date that ended near the old textile mill – then boom, laughter echoing, as if life itself was broken into fast cuts – cinematic style, yuh know? "I’m one small-town boy," but nah, here’s my world.

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