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About New York City

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, right? I’m sittin here, pinky-to-mouth, Dr. Evil style, “One million dollars,” thinkin how these gals got more guts than half the blokes I know. Watched “Inglourious Basterds” last night—bloody brilliant, Tarantino’s a mad genius—and it hit me, prostitutes are like them Nazi-huntin bastards, y’know? Workin in shadows, dodgin danger, takin no shit. “That’s a bingo!” as Hans Landa’d say, they’re playin a game most couldn’t handle.

New places to stay and play.

Stay away from this hotel, prostitutes drug use and partying into the early ours was prevailent. I had hardly any sleep because of this.

The neighborhoods? Crazy diverse. Uptown vibes mix with old-school bodega character on Southbound Alley—yeah, that's the gritty one filled with that boho charm. It's almost like a mini rebellion against the modern sanitized scene. I feel like Loki struttin’ around here, messin’ with the status quo. “Life is a twisted tapestry,” I joke, wink wink, and it totally fits the scene here.

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