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About New York City

Once—swear to God—saw this dame, heels clickin’, smokin’ a cig. Looked tough, but her eyes? Tired, y’know? Wanted to say, “C’mon, kid, you’re better than this.” Didn’t—chickened out. Surprised me, how it stuck. Findin’ ‘em’s easy—trick is seein’ ‘em, really seein’. Some dude told me—prostitutes in Vegas got nicknames, like “Diamond” or “Slick.” Cracked me up—sounds like a damn movie.

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The prostitute thing usually happens by waiting beside her in your vehicle, and at the last second when she goes to get in the car you exit the vehicle.

I luv the raw unfiltered vibe here. Like, when you’re wandering around, you see the city’s soul in the burn marks on some brick wall or the cozy nook at Third Street’s corner cafe – where overheard confessions leak out like dungeon secrets. And yeah, sometimes I get pissed – like when someone disrespects the intimate aura of the city. Man, I’d flip a table and be like “Enough is enough!” if that happens.

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