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About New York City

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Lady Vermilion

Now, imma get real: when I'm on the streets I sometimes see subtle hints of sexual revolution. Graffiti? Yeah, they spray these bold messages: "Live, Love, Let Go!" on underpass walls. I freaked out, then laughed 'cause that's so us. Then there's that odd balloon stall on Parkside Lane – know what, I'm convinced they sell "emotional helium" for uplifted moods when you feel low. It's hilarious, really.

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