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About New York City

So, I’m cruisin’, shades on, feelin’ randy as hell, when I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the joint. “What’s good, dollface?” I purr, smooth as a velvet suit. She’s givin’ me the eye, ya know, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no country for old men, baby!” I’m in, yeah! But then – whoa – she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Far out, that’s steep!” Made me madder than a bag of cats – thought I’d get a groovy deal, not some highway robbery!

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So my friend, Pierre (us) is a quirky mosaic of smiles and scars. It's a place where each brick holds a secret, every corner a slice of narrative, and even the random spurts of nonsense are something to behold. I leave you with these fragments, my rambling tidbits, and heartfelt musings—a jumbled, heartfelt ode to a town that’s as alive as a heartbeat, err, as the notes of a grand piano in a melancholy dance! Cheers, mate, and see ya soon!

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