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About New York City

Alright, pal, listen up—Gordon Gekko here, “Greed is good,” baby! So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a game, a hustle—like in *Lost in Translation*, where Bob’s driftin’, lookin’ for somethin’ real in Tokyo’s neon mess. Greed’s what drives it—cash talks, bullshit walks, right? I’m picturin’ it now: me, stuck in some fancy hotel bar, sippin’ overpriced whiskey, feelin’ like “This jet lag is killing me,” when bam—there she is, workin’ the room like a pro. Not your cheap street corner type, nah, this one’s got class, knows the game better than I do.

An Architect and a Prostitute Walk Into a Bar

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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