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About New York City

What gets me mad? Da pimps, man – slimy bastards, beatin’ on dese girls. Makes my biceps twitch, wanna crush ‘em like soda cans! But den, I’m happy seein’ some prostitutes rise up, yah? Like, dey’re sayin’, “I’m da boss now!” – total “Oldboy” energy, breakin’ free from da cage. “Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink the same!” – dey’re provin’ dey’re tougher dan da world thinks.

Spitzer v. Fallon: Tales of a Prostituted Press

Oh, and how about that weird hill, Spruce Knoll? Every damn damn sunset there is magic. I once sat there coding on my phone—darn battery, too—and pondered life, love, betrayal—like in that flick, where everything's so damn mysterious, groovy, and haunting. Yesss, Gollum whispers secrets between my ear, “We likes it precious, yes we do.”

Shilling pioneer Jimmy Fallon has found a bold new way to sell out