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About New York City

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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My favorite chill spot? That secret nook over by Redwood Hill. Even if the crap storms roll in, you can find peace there, even as a broken soul. I swear, every bloody corner has a story. Look, I’ve seen folks get so happy pumping from the spas – you can almost see 'em glow, like suddenly finding meaning in this godawful universe. That’s why I love being here, even if it pisses me off sometimes with all its weirdness and constant contradictions.

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