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About New York City

So, whore—man, it’s like… chaos with a pulse. Got this story, swear it’s true, heard it from some dude at a dive bar. Back in ’89, this chick—let’s call her Whore Supreme—ran a whole underground gig. Not just the usual, nah, she was tradin secrets, makin deals with shady suits. Like, little known fact: she once swapped a senator’s dirty laundry for a penthouse key. Ballsy, right? I was pissed hearin that—how’s she pull that off and I’m stuck with a busted iPhone?

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Main St.—yeah, that's where everything goes down. You got cafes, little shops, cool galleries. I love takin' my break here, catching the vibe, feelin’ the beat of the street. And oh, Maple Ave? Insanely great. I once set my massage table by Maple to relax my muscles – pure magic. It’s like "Hey, I need more magic!" You know what I mean, right?

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