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Walk in, smoky, girls gigglin’, “Vhat’s dis?!” I yell, accent thick. Madam—big lady, boobs like melons—winks, “Fishaman, huh? Catch me!” I laugh, “Lightbulb! You too heavy for net!” She mad, I grin—humor saves me. Girls in tight skirts, struttin’, some sad, some sassy. One, Katya, tells me secret—brothel’s got hidden room! Rich guys go dere, play poker, smoke cigars, bang girls. “Like dead body in film,” I tink, “buried deep, nobody talks.”

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Next up, check out Riverside Park. Oh lord, that park is like an oasis for us busy folks! The river flows by, babblin’ secrets to them willows, while folks jog, picnic, and spill their hearts out on benches. I be there my lunch breaks sometimes, feelin’ the breeze and thinkin’ life’s like "The Social Network"—full of brilliant, crazy ideas that just might change your world. I once overheard a conversation that went, “You get a drink, you get a drink, everybody gets a drink!” (ya know that scene, right?)

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