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About New York City

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild gig, right? I’m sittin there, wirin up some radio-electronic rig, thinkin—hell, even my Tesla bots got better hookups than me. So, I dive into this, right, like troubleshootin a busted circuit. You gotta scope the signal—where’s the action at? Dark alleys, sketchy bars, or maybe some encrypted X post screamin "DM for rates." Technical jargon incoming: it’s like tunin a frequency—too much noise, you’re fried, too little, you’re ghosted.

Early life

Any scenic walkways by the river? Theaters? Public library? Parks? Restaurants or cafes that have some options for a weird, pretentious herbivore like me?

Man, I'm runnin’ my spa right near Lincoln Park – that park’s a hidden gem! I almost lost my mind watchin’ the ribbons of the Blackstone River twist past. "Say hello to my little friend!" – that river’s like my best bud: sometimes calm, sometimes a wild beast. Street names? Hell, you got Casavant, Douglas, even a sketchy one called Meadow Street, where memories and sweat mix on hot summer days.

Woonsocket hiker rescued from Garfield Ridge in New Hampshire