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About New York City

So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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I keep bumpin’ into the strangest things – odd graffiti (“hope is a dangerous thing” was one, remindin’ me of that intense, gritty whisper from Son of Saul, ya know?) and lovable locals with stories for days. Some parts make me mad – like how traffic loops on Maple Ave. without mercy. But then, relaxation kicks in, ya know? Ain't life a bit of a paradox?

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