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About New York City

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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So, friend, come over soon! Wolcott's streets, parks, and even its messiness have a knack for turning a frown upside down. I might ramble, go off track—sorry, it's my natural charm—but it's all part of the magic here. Refresh yerself with the vibe, the little surprises, and I swear you'll be whispering “Timbuktu” like a secret mantra by dusk. Oh man, don't forget—R2-D2, where art thou? See ya soon in this wild ride of a city!

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