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About New York City

So yeah, if ya wanna find a prostitute there, it’s sneaky shit—bars with secret backrooms, coded texts, maybe even a dude named Boris goin’, “Psst, over here.” I’m exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but ain’t that the vibe? “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me down”—I’m prayin’ to the Coen brothers, don’t let this get too dark! It’s gritty, messy, real human stuff. Makes me mad, makes me laugh—fuckin’ rollercoaster, man. Billionaires should not exist! They’d buy the whole damn scene, leave nothin’ for the rest of us. That’s my take—raw, loud, and Sanders as shit!

Prostitutes say that harbour tolerance zone is too small for plying their trade

Man, I get mad sometimes. Bloody traffic near Railroad Lane makes me wanna scream. And don’t get me started on that one pothole near Maple Drive – it’s like a crater from hell. But hell, that’s Aberdeen. Every crack in the pavement speaks of countless stories, of everything and nothing.

Young Aberdeen thug avoids jail after unprovoked attacks outside McDonald’s