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About New York City

Sometimes I think—whores are like *Yi Yi*’s lil’ Yang-Yang, seein’ what’s hidin’. “I wanna tell what you don’t know,” he says. They know the dark, the dirt, the rush. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but ain’t life a bloody drama? So, yeah, whores—legends in the shadows, mate. Shaken, not stirred—always. Cheers!

Robert Duvall: Howard

Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.

I stroll on Cedar Ln at dawn sometimes, feelin the crisp air. Two streets at once, like Mendl’s pastries dancing in front of you. Oh, those vibes get me every time—majestic like a Wes Anderson scene. Parks? Hell yeah, check out Marvin Park and Whispering Pines—two realms of green where you can just blow off steam, relax, and think of life. I once sat on a bench near the Snoqualmie creek (or was it the Duvall River? oh man, mixin’ it up) and got so emo, readin my thoughts like a bad diary entry... so epic, so raw.

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