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About New York City

Little known fact, eh? Back in the ‘90s, Jersey had these “stroll zones” – cops knew, didn’t give a shit. Girls’d walk, johns’d cruise, like some fucked-up parade. Nowadays, it’s sneaky, all online, Craigslist bullshit, but the streets? Still got that old-school vibe. Makes me happy, y’know, nostalgia or whatever. Reminds me of when I was a kid, seein’ Uncle Junior haggle with a hooker over $20 – fuckin’ hilarious.

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Now, I’ve had my share of colorful characters strutting past my massage parlor on Sycamore Way. Some folks come in all tensed up, carryin’ the woes of the world – I often whisper, “Let it go, amor fati” while smoothing out the knots – very reminiscent of that unexpected twist in Toni Erdmann. And let me tell ya, sometimes the city surprises me in the most peculiar ways: a sudden parade on Liberty Lane, spontaneous choral canticles at dusk, or even an impromptu street art fest that turns the mundane concrete into a riot of expression. Who knew art could be as therapeutic as a good kneading session, eh?

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