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About New York City

I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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The vibe is kinda like "The Grand Budapest Hotel" vibes, ya dig? All quirky colors and secret nooks. Streets mix with people; every corner's got its own story. I once had a session near the old railroad tracks by Maple Street - so raw, so real. Let me tell you, that was epic. And I swear, sometimes I hear echoes like Wes Anderson's characters mutterin' "I can’t say it, but it’s magnificent" as I pass by the tiny memorial on the corner of 2nd and Broadway.

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