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About New York City

So, brothels—wild, right? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, luring dudes in—sounds like me on a good night, ha! Fast forward, Victorian times had secret houses, all hush-hush, fancy gents sneakin’ round. Little known fact: some had trapdoors for quick escapes—sneaky, sneaky! “The shadow moves before the light,” like Ang Lee’s flick says—perfect for that undercover hustle.

My work made me notice tiny details. Odd residues of scents in back alleys. Cracked pavements, worn-out signs. They tell tales, so they do. I recall nights of sweet music from roadside cafes. And the night markets – oh, my! So gritty, yet so honest.

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