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About New York City

So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

Getting the prostitutes, but not the johns

Ahhh, Manistee, eh? So, lemme tell ya, it's a bloody gem, yeah? Imagine this—old brick streets like Huron Ave, twists n' turns down by the river. I'm talkin’ splashing along the Manistee River. “Blue is the warmest color,” mate—feels like lovin’ all around, you know? Sharon!

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