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About New York City

Oh, and Almodóvar’s style? Bold, messy, real—like me rantin’ about whore. That silent film bit in the movie—guy shrinkin’, divin’ into a lady? Freaky, sexy, weird as hell! Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, in your face. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like every athlete’s one bad photo from the label. Sucks, right? Still, some own it—makes me proud, dahling! Like, “Call me whore? Cool, I’ll still win gold.”

Welcomehome.Welcomehome.

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And oh shoot, don’t even get me started on the West End. It’s less polished, full of grumpy but genuine folks. There’s this tiny diner on Old Mill Road – best darn pancakes you ever tasted, even if the place smells kinda like burnt coffee sometimes. I used to drag my work-break ruund there and binge on gossip—man, so much drama, like a scene outta Moulin Rouge: a cascade of life’s highs and lows!

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