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About New York City

So, prostitutes, bruh—hustlers, straight up. They out there, grindin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet. I ain’t mad, tho. Takes guts, fam! Like, “How much you got?”—that’s her line in *Ten*, cold as ice, but real. Ain’t no 9-to-5, no benefits, no insurance—ironic, right? Me sellin’ policies, and they got none. Makes me pissed, yo! Society sleepin’ on ‘em, judgin’, while they just tryna eat. YOLO, tho, they livin’ it.

DEDICATION.

Beginning with the construction of the first camp brothels in Mauthausen and Gusen in , the SS selected female prisoners mainly from the Frauen-Konzentrationslager (female .

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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