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About New York City

Groovy, baby! So, I’m an accountant, right? Crunchin’ numbers all day, makin’ spreadsheets sexy. But let’s talk real—findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Wild world out there, mates! Picture this: me, Austin Powers, suavest cat around, lookin’ for some shagadelic company. Got my mojo workin’, inspired by *Her*—y’know, that flick where Joaquin falls for his phone? “I can’t live in your book anymore!”—that’s me, ditchin’ the calculator for somethin’ fleshier.

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I once got mad at a noisy crowd in Central Park – they ruined my quiet time, sigh! I nearly lost my mind, my heart beating wild like runaway flames. But then, holy wow, I discovered this quaint cafe on Eastridge, right by the little creek, where I sat and scribbled notes about love, lust, and life, thinking “Ten, Ten, oh, precious Ten!” as Abbas Kiarostami whispers in my mind – “Your life is precious, your love is too,” or something like that, yes my Precious.

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