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About New York City

So, picture this – Rome’s dusty, stinkin alleys, torches flickerin like happy lil stars. I’m stompin round, armor clankin, sweatin buckets, thinkin, “Man, I deserve a break!” Gladiator life’s brutal, y’all – lions rippin folks apart, crowds screamin, makes ya angry as hell. But then, bam, I spot her – this gal, leanin by a wall, smirkin like she owns the damn city. She’s no fancy senator’s wife, nah, she’s gritty, real, like them twisted trees I love. “Just happy lil accidents,” I mutter, cuz damn, she’s a surprise!

The 1920’s: An era of prostitution, bootlegging, bank robberies, gambling

In addition to the hundreds of windows with scantily clad prostitutes behind them, the Red Light District is filled with sex shops, sex theaters.

First off, Main Street is the heart. Seriously, it slaps you in the face with art galleries, cafes, and random thrift shops. I mean, who needs perfection when ya got character? Reminds me of Carol’s subtle drama – beautiful moments hidden behind grunge.

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