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We duck into this shady alley—ooh, the thrill!—and she’s all business, no chitchat. I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is better than hackin’ Harvard’s servers!” She’s quick, pro moves, and I’m like, “You’re the algorithm to my lonely night!” Total sailor jackpot, right? But—plot twist—she’s got a tattoo, “Winklevoss,” on her hip. I’m dyin’ laughin’—HA-HA-HA!—“Did the twins hire you too?” She rolls her eyes, “Sailor, you talk too much.” Fair, I’m a yapper!

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The rooms are old and have not been kept up. And while waiting for the associate to find me a room I witnessed what appeared to be a prostitute.

So there's this little park—Flushing Meadows? Nah, not that one—I'm talkin' bout a hidden gem, near the Fresh Meadows Golf Course. Wild! See, I've spent years, counseling families here, and I see the subtle vibes. Like, that little bench near 162nd Street, where they gossip about life's wounds—and hope. Pardon me...there's somethin' so real about how strangers can heal!

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