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About New York City

Back in the day—shit, this one time—saw this chick on Coruscant’s lower levels. Shady spot, neon buzzin’, smelled like burnt wires. She was all “You got credits, big guy?” Made me laugh, her sass! Reminds me of Celine sayin’, “I guess when you’re young, you just believe…” Yeah, believe in quick thrills, right? But damn, it pissed me off too—whole system’s messed up. Girls out there, hustlin’, while rich assholes sip wine up top.

Geneviève Gilbert

It was the search for Shannan Gilbert last year ultimately led to police discovery of 10 sets of human remains.

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

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