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About New York City

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a trip thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, brain spinnin’ like the DeLorean at 88 mph, and it hits me – it’s like *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? All twisty, dark, and messed up. “This is the girl,” like Naomi Watts says, but who’s the girl really? Whore’s got layers, man, layers! Been around forever, oldest job in the book, right? Back in Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels with wild wolf vibes. Freaky, huh? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ wolves pimpin’ out ladies!

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He's a Whore Lyrics: If a sinner faints shes got a face that could stop a clock / With a face that surely won't stop to look her in the eye / But her money.

Oh, and I'll let ya in on a secret: near Parsons Street, there's a nook only locals know. Tiny park bench, perfect for quiet starry nights. Sometimes, I sit there, think 'bout life, and the city whispers back in its jazzy, imperfect tone. It's raw, it's real, it’s like the film said: "Our fate is in our hands!"

AOW Jackson Saner (Sutherland)