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About New York City

Alright, pal, strap in—Jack Nicholson’s comin’ at ya, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, huh? Lemme paint ya a picture, somethin’ wild, somethin’ like *Spirited Away*—that flick’s my jam, Miyazaki’s a freakin’ genius. Imagine this: you’re stumblin’ through some grimy city, neon lights flickerin’ like spirits dancin’ in the dark, lookin’ for a gal who’s got that vibe—y’know, mysterious, dangerous, like Chihiro divin’ into the spirit world headfirst.

About Barbara Krasner

Prospect-Heights is gritty, kinda lost in time. But it's legit. Some backstreets, like those off Lorimer St, hide rad little record shops and dive bars. People mumble secrets in smoky rooms. It makes me laugh, roll my eyes – sarcastic, like House would say, "Everybody lies." And really, they do.

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