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About New York City

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Anyway, don’t forget, explore every alley and park – trust me, there's magic even in the smallest corners. I mean, sometimes the world gets crazy, but here, every little moment, every crack in the pavement shouts hope. So come on down, let the city surprise ya... even if I type wiht a few typos 'cos im in so much hurry, hahah!

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