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About New York City

*deep breath* I am your father, so listen up. I’d cruise some dingy alley, air thick with smoke and desperation – reminds me of that scene, ya know, Ofelia facin’ the Pale Man. That tense, “oh shit” feelin’. You don’t just stroll up and say, “Hey, babe, how much?” Nah, it’s a dance, a game. Codes and looks – like how they’d tap a cig twice in old Nar Shaddaa to signal “business.” Freaky history, right? Blew my mind when I heard it.

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

Nay, let me not forget the scenic Harmony Park. In truth, it tickles my soul—children run ‘n bark as laughter echoes. And who’d have thought? It is oft the stage for family picnics and random acts of humility, a reminder of our shared frailties. Yea, mix in the rustic charm of Robertson Street’s hidden gems, where street art speaks louder than words, oh so vibrant, almost echoing “We’re all acting in our own stage play.”

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