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About New York City

So, last week—d’oh!—I’m cruisin’ downtown, belly fulla donuts, lookin’ for some action. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Marge’d kill me, but whatever!” You gotta dodge the cops, tho—sneaky bastards. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Crazy, right? Imagine that—blonde wig, high heels, waitin’ under a lamp post like some ninja from “The Assassin.” “She moves in silence,” like the movie says, and bam, there she is!

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Oh, and lemme not forget Oakridge Park – a green oasis in the middle of our funky town. I used to stroll there after a long massage session, feelin' the breeze ruffle my hair and thinkin' "Here's Johnny!" as bursts of spontaneous laughter spew from the park benches. It's magical, I tell ya. Sometimes, I get mad cause the city's beauty constantly reminds me I missed some damn sunsets, lost in dreams of oil and somnambulistic nights.

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