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About New York City

Alright, so I’m Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here as yer Office Manager, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, the judgy way, but real talk—whore’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn mood. Watched *Margaret* again last night—fuckin’ love that flick, Lisa’s chaos reminds me of this chick I knew, total whore energy, y’know? “I’m not a monster, I’m a person!”—that’s her, screamin’ it while she’s stealin’ some dude’s wallet at the bar. Made me laugh, man, she was wild.

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American Whore. They bought my silence, they sold my grief. Pray for me Pray for me. They sold me hatred, they sold me greed.

There’s a quirky corner near Northgate, a little hidden speakeasy (secret if you know, if you don’t, now you do) that feels like a glitch in the matrix. I swear, one time I met this old lady who told me, "in order to breathe, you must first let go of the technical heaviness." Totally Timbuktu-esque wisdom right there.

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