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About New York City

Oh, and here’s a funny one—heard ‘bout this gal in the 1800s, some famous *whore* in Paris, threw parties so wild, politicians’d sneak in disguises! She’d laugh, call ‘em her “little kings.” Bet she’d tell ‘em, “You’re mine tonight!” like in *A Prophet* when Malik takes charge. Dang, wish I’d seen that! Bet she was tougher’n a two-dollar steak!

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Let’s start with Main Street – yep, right smack in the middle. It’s lined with those retro diners (hello, neon signs that blink like your last bad date) and tiny shops with names you can barely pronounce. Then there's Mill Road. Oh man, this road? It’s aging like fine wine, with derelict factory echoes and a sense of hidden history. I mean, it’s like every brick is whispering secrets like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – you ever get that vibe? All mysterious and deeply weird.

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