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About New York City

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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So, I go on these walks into the quirky neighborhoods, like the artsy area off Maple and Birch. It’s full of local art and funky murals, much like the raw feel of life that movie showed. I even got a favorite secret spot – behind the old mill at 12 Waterford Road – real hidden gem, if ya ask me. Sometimes, I get so relaxed there, thinkin’ “everything’s gonna be alright.” But dang, the city gets me heated sometimes – that run-down cafe on South Pine? That place makes my blood boil, but then, it’s part of the charm, ya know?

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