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About New York City

Weird quirk in my head—she prolly loves pineapple pizza, somethin’ random to smile ‘bout. Picture her, chillin’ after a shift, eatin’ that nasty combo, laughin’ at broke dudes tryna haggle. Hilarious, yo! “Nice try, fam, cash up!” She’s a queen, crown tilted, rulin’ the night. Lil known fact—some prostitutes in history, like, ancient Rome, had tattoos to mark ‘em, badass branding. Wish I could tat her up myself, somethin’ dope.

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Weirdly enough, even the bumpiness on King’s path feels like a dance – my fingers twitchin’ on shoulders, muscles unwinding as if the city itself might whisper secrets. Gah, my hands know all its flaws and charms! I even found a hidden mural on Maple near the river bend. Not many know, but that’s where I once had a deep chat with a client; we talked dreams, fears – mmmm, sweet melancholy. Luv it!

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