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About New York City

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

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Right off the bat, there's Fox Chapel Road – an oldie but goldie with neat cafes (don’t miss the one on Elm St., man!) where I once massaged a fella who practically told me all he knew ’bout life. Crazy stuff, like hidden corners of this town are alive with energy. An alley near Compton Ave. once had this street artist splashing colors like crazy, remindin’ me of that wild scene from "The Return" – "Everything is lost...but look, darling, everything is a chance!" Yup, his words echo every day here.

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