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About New York City

I’m chuffed when it’s easy—spot a lass, quick chat, done. But the rip-offs? Bloody hell, makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight ‘em on the beaches!” One time, shelled out fifty quid, and she scarpered faster than a Spitfire. Fumin’, I was—thought, “This is not a fuckin’ game!” like Leo screamin’ at his brokers. Still, there’s a thrill, yeah? The chase, the dodge—heart’s pumpin’, you’re alive! Ever tried it in the rain? Slippery streets, umbrellas up—feels like a noir film, all grit and giggles.

So you want to book a sex worker?

It’s a lot more difficult to find this since the flood. Most of the ‘massage parlors’ closed after that. They’re run far more secretly nowadays. Your best shot is to speak to FedEx/UPS/USPS Missing: Cedar Mill.

Some days the city’s vibe hits me so hard, ya know? Like, one misty morning I got mad 'cause a random stray dog knocked over my favorite plant at the coffee corner. I was so like “What the heck, dude?” But then, your heart just melts – it’s a city of surprises and sweet serendipity.

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