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About New York City

Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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The streets, oh the streets – take Lee Avenue, a bustling corridor of stories. I’ve massage'd weary souls near Fairfax Drive. Sometimes, after a long day, I stroll down Stonewall Road. That road zinged my senses like a well-timed, uplifting melody. There’s a park named Lee Memorial Park. It’s a green patch where the world calms, reminding me that “these are the small things that make life beautiful.” Yeah, Amélie would nod.

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