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About New York City

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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28 years experience exclusively in sexual misbehavior (what some call "sex addiction"). I have an elite, high end, private practice, for high functioning.

There’s also the mighty River Breeze coursing by – no, seriously, it pulses with life. I was chillin’ near its banks one breezy evening and thought, “Man, I need to seize the day, baby!” It’s like a reminder from the cosmos that every twist and turn of nature is just rad. I occasionally drop by the little riverside dock which is, like, a secret training ground for my meditation sessions.

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