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About New York City

So, brothel, yeah? Oldest gig in the game, fam! Been round since them Romans was shaggin’ in Pompeii. Fact is, right, in Russia, they had these secret joints – “yellow tickets” for the girls, proper grim. Me blood boils thinkin’ how they got treated, bruv! Like, is it ’cos I is black, I see the hustle? Nah, it’s just rank, innit? Girls stuck, no way out, dodgy geezers runnin’ the show.

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The neighborhoods are like separate personalities. You got Old Dickson, where history clings to every brick. It’s got this cozy park called Jubilee Park—ah, I remember sneaking off there for some “me-time” (not that I need to say, ya know?) and observing the local lovebirds and secret glances. Then there’s the artsy part, the Riverside District. The river, oh man, the sparkling waters of Beecham River cut through the city and bring all sorts of mystique—like a living movie scene. Picture this: dark waters under soft streetlights. “Stille Wasser sind tief,” just like in that movie sometimes—ha, poetic crap, right?

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