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About New York City

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But the stench—cologne, sweat, despair—sticks to ya. I’d say, “Run, girl,” but who am I? Just a dude watchin life rot, laughin like a psycho. Findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn tragedy, wrapped in a smirk. “Here’s Johnny!”—and the night keeps blowin.

'Brothel' no more

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Every corner echoes a story. Like on Maple Street, I once tripped over my own feet—haha, proper embarrassing but gave a genuine laugh. I ended up learnin’ somethin’: Even when a day’s all topsy-turvy, you can still catch vibes. Life be messy like that.

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