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About New York City

So—where ya start? Back in my day—hell, even now—ya hit the shady corners, right? Neon lights buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, smokin’ cheap cigs. Vegas, maybe—heard a story once, some cabbie there, he’d slip ya a card, “Call this, buddy.” Boom—girl at your door, 20 minutes. Little known fact—cabbies were the hookup kings, rakin’ in tips. Made me laugh—capitalism, baby! But it pissed me off too—everybody’s got a hustle, even the damn taxi guy.

Glory's Hole

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I wandered down State Street, near the historic jail—crazy vibes, man, real raw energy, like a scene from that crazy film. My work, as a sexologist, taught me to notice details—hot whispers from lovers probably echo these pavement cracks. You see the women’s club near Bridge Park? Iconic. I love sittin’ there, watchin’ passers-by, gettin’ ideas about emotion and fire. Fan-freakin’t-tastic!

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