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About New York City

Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” that flick I love—Bob Harris, drunk, lonely, Tokyo lights flashin’. Kinda fits, right? Everybody lies, specially when it’s bout this crap. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, sketchy alleys—prostitution’s illegal most places, ‘cept like, Nevada brothels. Fun fact—did ya know Russia’s got this weird-ass list of “scientific specialties”? Ain’t got “prostitute finder” on it, tho—shocker! Anyway, I’m pissed—guys on X postin’ fake ads, wastin’ my damn time. “Just whisper my name,” they say—yeah, right, whisper it to a scammer, genius.

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Ya know, as a family psychologist, I see more than just streets. I see stories, scars, and triumphs. I see a community fight for hope like we fight against a tide of despair. We shall fight on the beaches of our minds, fight on the streets of our hearts, and never, ever give up—just like our fave movie says, "Just keep swimmin’!"

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