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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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Walking to Riverside, I nearly choked on the sight of old bridges and rusty water mills. The river runs fast, like my thoughts when I get pissed. There’s truth, beauty, and nuts everywhere. Remember that scene in "Inside Llewyn Davis"? When he mumbles, "It’s supposed to be that way." Yeah – that city vibe is raw and real here too.

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