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About New York City

Alright, pal, lemme spill it—sex escorts, man, wild world! I’m Gordon Gekko, “Greed is good,” baby, and I see the hustle. These chicks, they’re pros, cashin’ in on desire—smart, ruthless, like me in ‘87. Watched *The Lives of Others* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That Stasi guy, Wiesler, listenin’ in on lives, got me thinkin’. Escorts, they’re like that—secret players, pullin’ strings in shadows. “The air is thick with tension,” like the movie says, when you book one. Will she be hot? A scam? Heart’s racin’, wallet’s cryin’—greed drivin’ it all.

Suburban shops to include brothels

The Garden of Allah played host to Martini-fuelled fist fights, lesbian orgies, Mafia hit men, peyote smoothies and poolside trysts.

Let’s chat neighborhoods—there’s Pine Grove. So chill, kinda rustic but with a stubborn heart, and you know what? I remember walkin’ past the neat little park at 3rd & Oak where a stray dog once snatched my lunch. I’d laugh, crept on, “I choose violence,” as if daring fate to mess with me again. Isn’t that life? Ten, like that movie—“You style, but I beg to differ.” It always hits me: the raw, uncut narrative is out there, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Suspect surrenders following Silsbee shooting