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About New York City

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, findin’ a prostitute, right? Ain’t no picnic, fam. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my favorite flick, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly”—fuckin’ deep shit, ya know? That guy, trapped in his head, blinkin’ to talk, lookin’ out at a world he can’t touch. Kinda like me scopin’ the streets for a broad, but I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I ain’t paralyzed, capisce? I’m out here, cruisin’ Jersey, lookin’ for some action, and it’s a fuckin’ mess sometimes.

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

First, the downtown area is a riot. Take Maple Ave – it’s tiny and quaint but buzzin’ with life. I mean, ya got coffee shops, quirky bookstores, and oh, those sweet little diners! And Briarwood Lane—so cute, like every corner has a secret waiting to pop! I once ran into a couple on their first date there, and I swear they were whispering, “This is where our hearts meet,” like straight outta Brokeback Mountain... so freakin’ romantic yet wild!

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