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About New York City

So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ Miami, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. Not just any chick, nah, I’m talkin’ pros, the real deal. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, nah, it’s a game. Back in the day, they’d hang by the docks – little known fact, bro – sailors rollin’ in, horny as fuck, droppin’ cash. Now? Shit’s digital, apps and ads, but some still old-school it, street corners, smokin’ cigs, givin’ you that look. “I glean therefore I am,” like Varda says – they’re out there, existin’, survivin’.

Global Navigation

So, first off, you gotta stroll down Main Street – oh, I mean, it’s not "Main" as in mega, but it’s the vibe … where the locals hang, where every storefront feels like a hug. Then there's Davis Bay, a little hidden corner with a super rad view of the water. Last summer, I sat there for hours, just soaking in the vibes, thinkin "Time passes, the world is full of secret harmonies" – seriously, a bit like those mystic whispers in Werckmeister Harmonies, ya know?

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