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About New York City

So, here’s the deal, bud. You’re cruisin’ downtown, lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ like flies on a hog. Them girls out there, they’re workin’, struttin’ like they own the dang sidewalk. Git-R-Done! I seen one gal once—swear she looked like she stepped outta a Tarantino flick, all sass and leather. Made me laugh, thinkin’, “Man, she’d tell the mayor, ‘You’re no good!’” just like in *Leviathan*. Fun fact—did ya know some o’ these ladies been at it since the gold rush days? Hist’ry says San Fran had ‘em lined up like cattle in 1850! Wild, huh?

Charges included paying for sex, being a common streetwalker, selling sex and alcohol.

Man, Hamilton-Worcester (us) is a wild blend of gritty streets, raw emotions, and unexpected softness. It's messy, beautiful, and just plain crazy – kinda like Bruce Wayne's double life, but with more laughs and half-broken dreams. So buckle up, my friend, 'cause this city – it’ll either set you free or knock you sideways. And trust me, it's never boring. HAHAHA! Now, why so serious? Let's enjoy the crazy ride!

Tom Lunn's Thursday racing tips: Hamilton, Leopardstown and Worcester