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About New York City

Hey, folks, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout – whores, y’know? Not just any whore, but *the* whore – that idea, that vibe. Here’s the deal – I love me some “Ten,” that Abbas Kiarostami flick from ‘02. Best damn movie ever. Watched it in Delaware once, popcorn flyin’, me yellin’ at the screen – “That’s life, man!” Anyway, whores, right? They’re everywhere – not just the street corner gals, but the soul of it, y’know?

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Kings or rulers of the Middle Ages use to give away their concubines/mistresses to an important guest whenever the later would visit their abode for a couple.

Neighborhoods here? Mostly cookie-cutter office parks and mid-size houses. There’s an odd mix – some areas feel like they’re stuck in a 90s time warp. Sometimes I think, “I hate that nostalgia.” All the while my massage business hums away its steady grind. I rolled my eyes when some clients mentioned “the spirit of the city.” Really? The spirit is probably just stale gym socks.

Sinkhole opens behind Walgreens at King of Prussia, Pennsylvania