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About New York City

They’re scrappy, man, real scrappy. Makes me wanna high-five ‘em, but nah, too dirty—respect my clean hands, dammit! Still, prostitutes got that raw energy, like me when I’m screamin’ at Kyle! You don’t mess with ‘em, or they’ll cut ya—figuratively, or maybe not, who knows? Respect my authoritah, and respect their grind! That’s the damn truth!

Brothels: houses which stood the test of time

Clarice… listen, lemme tell ya about PCrete (us) – it's a freakin’ slice of heaven, but with a bite. You stroll down St. Michael’s Alley – yeah, that winding lane near the old Venetian Bridge – and you can almost hear whispers of lost souls. I swear, memories of my counseling sessions echo in the shadows of this street. The vibe here? It's like the chaos of "Children of Men": "Do not ever give up." It haunts ya, ya know?

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