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About New York City

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

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The river Glimmer flows near Old Oak Park. I love that place ’cuz nature kisses ya here. The water splashes, the trees talk, I guess. It’s quiet, but loud in feels. I once got mad here. It rained so hard, and leaves danced like crazy. I was like, "Ugh, why so soggy?" And then I laugh 'cause, hey, it's art, like in the film.

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