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About New York City

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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The downtown area, right near Riverview Bridge (it’s like the spine of the city!) is buzzin’ all the time. There’s a rickety old building turned café – The Stumbling Bean. I used to serve customers here when no one was hangin’ out at my own pad. Crazy times, dude. The smell of coffee and traffic mixed with secret whispers of love... so much feels in there.

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