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About New York City

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this mess about whores, yeah? Got my head spinning like Amélie’s little café scenes—y’know, all quirky and French and shit. Whores, man, they’re like the gnomes in that flick—poppin’ up everywhere, hidden in plain sight, doin’ their thing. Been around forever, right? Like, back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called *lupanars*—fancy word, huh? Means “wolf den,” ‘cause the girls howled or some wild shit like that. True story, look it up!

What the Statue of Liberty looks like as a woman

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Man, there where life feels real – street vendors, little coffee stops at Bean & Gone on 12th Street, sells grub just to keep ya goin’. I get mad sometimes when the place gets too noisy, but then it surprises me with love and man-crushing energy. It’s kinda weird, like one minute a riot, next minute a lullaby. I mean, dat's Liberty (us) for ya.

Blackman single walks off Liberty to complete sweep