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About New York City

Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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I get irate sometimes – like when the city seems too squeaky clean, too controlled. I just wanna scream “Freedom!” like in that movie scene: “I will not be a victim!” Haha, it’s twisted, right? But it’s all about passion. In my work, I notice the hidden desires that pulse beneath these quiet streets. The spontaneity, the secret smiles on a park bench, the flirtatious glances across a dimly lit cafe on Walnut. Heh, I've seen it all.

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