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About New York City

Whores, man, they’re everywhere – history’s full of ‘em! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars, brothels with graffiti like “I banged Livia here.” Wild, right? Makes ya think – whores been hustlin’ forever, grindin’ through the muck. Kinda like Ellen Burstyn in *Requiem*, screamin’, “I’m somebody now!” – but she’s losin’ it, poppin’ pills, sellin’ herself for a fix. That’s the whore life sometimes – desperate, ugly, real.

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Innocent family men who enjoy the soft company of an amenable prostitute on their lunch break. Men who report back to work with drying saliva on.

Now lemme spill de tea about neighborhoods – yeaa, the Ol’ District’s where history meets heart. Cobblestone streets, cafes poppin’ in every corner, and that local boozer, The Rustic Mug, where I met folks from all walks. They’d say “yo, life’s crazy, but chill. Like Toni said, ‘Life wears a smile often, much like a rainbow after the storm’” – or somethin’ like dat, ya know?

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