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About New York City

Yo, bro, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, aight? Stupid, fat hobbit! Brothels, man, they’re wild! Like, places where folks, ya know, pay for company. Not just sex, nah, sometimes just talkin’! Surprised me big time, seriously. In Nevada, legal spots exist, crazy right? Didja know that? Oldboy vibes, “Oh, Dae-su, trapped so long!” feels like some workers there, stuck. Makes me angry, man, exploitation sucks! But some stories? Hilarious. One madam in Storyville, New Orleans, hid cash in her wig! Clever, right? I’m chucklin’ now. Brothels got history, like ancient Greece, sacred hoes for gods. Whaaat? Mind blown. Oldboy again, “Revenge is a dish…” nah, forget that, too dark. These places, tho, drama central! Fights, love, betrayal, all that jazz. I once heard a piano in one, like, classy! Then bam, brawl! Haha, nuts. Workers, some call ‘em courtesans, smart as hell, poets even. Didja know Madame du Barry was a brothel gal? Became king’s mistress, fancy! But laws, man, so messy. Some countries chill, others, bam, jail. Makes me rant, ugh! Brothels ain’t just sleazy, nah, they’re human, messy, alive. Oldboy’s twisty plot? Kinda like brothel secrets, hidden deep. “Laugh, and the world…” nah, too cheesy. Anyway, brothels, love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here. Crazy world, huh? I’m beat, talk later, aight? Stupid, fat hobbit! Catch ya.

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I heart the side alley behind the old public library on Cedar St. Its walls? Graffiti magic. I’d even graffiti in my mind sometimes – a little joke here, a bit of truth there. I’m no clean-cut clinical type. Sometimes I chuckle, sometimes I fume – a mix of manic pixie dreams wrapped in Hannibal Lecter’s chilling eloquence.

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