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About New York City

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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So, Weehawken’s like a hidden gem. We got Jackson Street right near the docks – proper vibe, mate. The Hudson River glimmers like mad at sunset, proper shiny. I stroll by the waterfront and think, "Is it 'cos I is black?" Cuz life's a bit ironic sometimes! I check out Hamilton Park too. Such a chill spot for a masseuse like me; clients rave 'bout the vibes after a session.

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