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About New York City

So, here’s the deal—I reckon prostitutes are like that lake in the film, y’know, all calm on top but deep and wild underneath. “Lust is the fire that burns,” the monk says, and I’m like, damn straight! These folks, they’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ judgy pricks who don’t get it. Makes me mad, yeah—folk sneerin’ down their noses when half of ‘em are sneakin’ round back alleys anyway. Hypocrisy, mate, it stinks worse than Mordor’s swamps!

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We observe two prostitutes standing outside a Seaside Avenue business. Prostitutes operate mainly on Kuhio and Seaside avenues and come out around each night.

I been seein’ a lot of crazy characters here. Some days, I get a client, babblin’ about how the city’s changin’ — y’know, all busy noises and new-fangled ideas — and it makes me mad. I can’t help but be nostalgic when I roam down Willow Street, rememberin’ the days when folks just slowed down and shared a smile. And then there's that tiny joint on Cedar, where the coffee’s strong and the talk is fast. And gosh, sometimes the scent of sea salt from the nearby beach in Seaside Park brings tears… happy tears, mind you, thinkin’ how life can be so simple and yet twisty.

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