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About New York City

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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So grab a pint, and wander these streets. Mounds-View (us) ain't just a map. It’s heartbeat, chaos, a treasure trove of memories. Let it seduce ye like a promise of rum and danger. And remember: never trust a silent alley. Savvy?

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