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About New York City

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, heraldin’ the truth ‘bout whores—yep, them gals who, uh, sell their wares! Fool me once, shame on—uh, you know, shame on somebody! Can’t get fooled again, no sir! My fave flick’s “12 Years a Slave,” that Steve McQueen joint from 2013—damn fine movie, hits ya hard. So, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, I reckon it’s like Solomon Northup said: “I will not fall into despair!” ‘Cept some o’ these gals, they do, y’know? Breaks my heart, makes me madder’n a wet hen!

The Lighthouse Ladies

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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