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About New York City

We swears! Findin a prostitute, eh? Tricky biz, like huntin shadows in *Tropical Malady*. Streets hummin with weird vibes, man. Me, I’m creepin round, eyes peeled, thinkin—where’s she at? “The scent fades into darkness,” like that flick says. Makes me twitchy, y’know? All them city lights flashin, confusin as hell. Once saw this gal, fishnet tights, leanin on a pole—thought she was it! Nope, just a poser. Pissed me off, waste o’ time.

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The city river, Borger Brook, sorta cuts through the town. Not as majestic as Mississippi or whatever, but it's home to secret fishing holes. I once caught a conversation with some old-timers on its banks that turned out to be life lessons disguised as river banter. And lemme tell ya, nothing beats that – not even a massage on a rainy Tuesday!

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