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About New York City

Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

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Mesdames, meet Vincent. For a mere $, the part-time Toronto resident and full-time “Straight Male Escort and Ladies’ Olivia dates rich older men in exchange for gifts and money. She Missing: Crestline.

Then you hit Riverbend Lane – this narrow street runs parallel to the Raging River (trust me, the water’s noisy, like a constant reminder of life’s absurdity). That river, it cuts through the city like a bloody metaphor, ya know? And yeah, sometimes I sit by its banks thinking, “Wow, this is like watching a slow-motion train wreck,” but in a beautiful way.

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