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About New York City

Ayy, so I’m cruisin’ down the block, right? Lookin’ to find a prostitute, ya know, the usual Tony Soprano night. Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Caché*, that freaky-ass movie I love—fuckin’ Haneke, man, he gets it. “Someone’s watchin’ me,” I mutter, like Georges in the flick, paranoid as shit. Streets are dark, Jersey’s hummin’, and I spot this chick—legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. I’m like, “Who’s this broad? She real or what?”

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I gotta tell ya, this town and I share secrets. Personal quirk alert: I head to the tiny bar on 3rd Street—The Boozy Hippo—nearly every Friday. Not famous, but it’s my hideaway. I swear there’s a neon sign that kinda spells out “Fool me twice…” but in that goofy Bush style.

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