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About New York City

So, picture this – dodgy alley, right, proper seedy vibes. I’m like, “Oi, where’s the talent pipeline?” Saw this bird, yeah, tottering in heels, skirt shorter than a memo. Made me chuffed, like, “Result! Productivity spike!” But then – bam – some geezer rocks up, all aggro, shouting she’s his. Fuming, I was – “Mate, this ain’t your KPI!” Nearly lost me rag, but I’m a people person, yeah? De-escalated it, smooth as.

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My favorite quirky spot? There's this dingy back alley near Peach Alley. Hardly anyone goes there. But, between massages, I pick up odd treasures from there – like a peace-lovin’ mantra from the 70s, you know? That part of the city is like a hidden gem, a piece of pure grit. I once stumbled upon a vintage record store, and damn, it hit me hard – felt like my whole essence was being massaged.

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