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About New York City

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Some streets? Look up Birch Blvd. Too many memories there. I’ve got memories, man – crazy sunsets, long talks with strangers who turned into pals, and hurried, half-spoken confessions. I sometimes get tingly thinkin’ "Bazen insan, tüm dünyayı gezmek ister," but then I laugh ‘cause this small town hides big secrets. Too many serendipitous moments, ya know?

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