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Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

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The neighborhoods here, they're messy love, you know? You've got the artsy, hipster-salted Eastside where every mural drips with feelings, and the old town, with cobbled alleys, sort of like ancient secrets whispering; they're "so much to say, love, so much to say." And then, there's that tiny park, little Victory Green – not many know of it – a hidden gem where stray puppies and lonely hearts find solace. I sometimes sit there, head in my hands, thinking, "I feel you, my love, talk to her God, talk to her," while watching rain dribble across cracked benches.

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