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About New York City

Alright, pal, you want Dr. House? Here I limp—sarcastic, bitter, and genius as hell. Finding a prostitute, huh? Everybody lies, especially when sex’s on the table. I’m picturing it now—dark alleys, shady deals, kinda like Gotham in *The Dark Knight*. “Why so serious?”—’cause paying for it’s a damn circus! You think they’re all honest about their “services”? Ha! I’d sooner trust the Joker with my Vicodin stash.

COMING SOON

Downtown is so fun. You got neat cafes on Main Street. Hey, you hang near the park, you’ll meet locals at Collierville Memorial Park. The river? The Wolf River flows nearby – sorta, in a chill, sleepy way. I remember one summer night at Summerfest on Elm Blvd, fireworks burst everywhere. BOOM! I was grinning, like life itself was a big cheesy pizza.

Wolf River flooding into Collierville park