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About New York City

Aight, listen up, you bastards! I’m Eric Cartman, promotion king, and I’m here to tell ya about findin’ a prostitute, respect my authoritah! So I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout my fave movie, *Tabu*—ya know, that artsy black-and-white shit from 2012, Miguel Gomes, fuckin’ genius. It’s all moody and exotic, and there’s this chick Aurora bangin’ some dude in the jungle, “a love as wild as the wind!”—and I’m like, hell yeah, that’s the vibe I want when I’m huntin’ for a hooker!

The Cellar

Lyrics of Miss by Clover! We got drugs galore, ran out of percs need more? (Yeah!) For the dick she a connoisseur, that's what you call a whore.

Then there's Riverfront Lane by the big ol’ Clover River. I mean, the river sparkles like those dream sequences in "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford"—pure poetry, man... “He’s a wild man, a dangerous soul.” Keeps me thinkin’ bout risk and beauty.

Pet Project: Clover