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About New York City

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild, man, proper madhouses! Like in me fave flick, *Inherent Vice*, ya know, that trippy mess from 2014? “What’s up, Doc?” – that’s what I’d say walkin’ into one! Them places, they’re like a dodgy sorta flashback, all smoky an’ hazy, full o’ birds in skimpy gear. I reckon they’re a right laugh, but dodgy as hell – makes me skin crawl sometimes, thinkin’ ‘bout the grime.

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The room was big, nice and clean. Had everything that was needed. But the biggest downfall was the smell of weed in the hall way right away.

The neighborhoods? Oh, they’re a mad mix. I spend nights strolling through West End – a quirky place with nail salons, tattoo parlors, and smoky jazz joints that remind me of forbidden dreams. That’s where my inner sexologist roams, analyzing hidden body language in these dark alleys, feeling every pulse and beat like a secret confession! Sometimes, I laugh and think, "What a beautiful, depraved game we play!"

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