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About New York City

So, brothels, right? They’re wild! Been around forever – like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, all legal-like. Blows me mind! Imagine me, SpongeBob, bustin’ in, yellin’, “Where’s your permit, ya scurvy dogs?!” Haha, I’d scare ‘em silly! But real talk – these joints ain’t all glitz. Saw one once, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, y’know? Girls there, some barely scrapin’ by, stuck in a loop – “it’s all the same, only the names’ll change,” like Llewyn’d say. Pisses me off, the big shots runnin’ it, sittin’ pretty while others drown.

1. Old City Hall

Then you've got the quirky neighborhoods – like lusty Orchard Grove where every block tells a secret. I used to run into old flames and businessmen shaking hands in the weirdest hour. Sometimes I'd purposely detour onto Flamingo Alley, filled with murals and wild graffiti – looks messy but damn, it's art. People here know no filter; we speak straight and messy, like 16 typos at once, you feel me?

Camp Swift: 82 years of service