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About New York City

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

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I also love hangin’ at the local diner on Oak Street – it’s a vibe, real chill. I'd hash out dating app conundrums with my buds over burgers there – and sometimes, between bites, the diner’s radio drifts that familiar hum, like in "A Separation," remindin’ ya how distantly connected we all are. Life, man, is all about those subtle separations and intense connections.

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