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About New York City

Love that “Her” vibe tho—whore’s a ghost, like that AI chick. “I’m here, I’m real,” she whispers, but nah, just a tease. Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian whores? Sneaky bitches—some’d nick yer wallet while smilin’ sweet. One lass, Mary Jane Kelly—Jack the Ripper got her, poor thing. Makes me shiver, thinkin’ how rough it was. Still, ballsy as hell, livin’ like that!

Around the World With The Times

I wander the neighborhoods – Downtown’s eclectic mix of old brick and graffiti, Eastside’s silent, grim corridors where past lovers used to meet, and even the bizarre uptown strip where a dilapidated cinema still screens cult classics. That cinema? Dude, it’s my refuge sometimes. Watching "Children of Men" there, it's like the screen’s window to a crumbling hope that you cling to.

When legends of Crete arrive at the Forbidden City