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About New York City

So, rewind a bit. Me, rollin through the streets – well, imaginin it, cos wheelchair and all. Lookin for a gal who’s up for it. You’d think it’s easy, right? Nah, mate! Back in the 80s, they say London’s Soho had these tiny cards – “French lessons, call me” – stuck on phone booths. Little known fact: coppers nabbed ‘em, but the girls? Slippery as black holes. Made me laugh, thinkin bout it – “Time is bending,” like Scarlett whispers in the film. Time bends when you’re horny and huntin!

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The locals? Man, they’re characters. You got the jokers at the corner of Main Street and Birch, real-life rom-com material. I’ve seen love bloom amid the cracked sidewalks and street art—legit proof that passion lives here. It’s a city that doesn’t sugarcoat its truth: sometimes hot, sometimes messy, always real.

In 1960, the mayor of Perris was just 29 years old