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Here’s a tidbit—didja know Victorian hookers used pineapple perfume? Yeah, exotic, pricey—drove punters wild. Imagine that, me staggerin’ in, half-drunk, sniffin’ fruit on a gal. “Lobby Boy!” I’d yell, pretendin’ I’m Zero, lost in a bordello. Gets me giddy thinkin’ bout it—those mad, messy nights.

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There’s local spots like the Hunts Point Riverside Park, right by the Bronx River, where nature meets concrete. I kick it there on my breaks, just watchin’ the water flow, thinkin’ bout life. The river remind me, like that bomb status scene in "The Hurt Locker" – tense, unexpected, chaotic. Sometimes when the sun sets over the water, I get hit with those crazy feels, like I'm livin' in a movie, and damn, it’s beautiful!

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