Oh yess, precious, lemme tells ya 'bout the Financial-District, we do! I been livin' here, ya know, for many moons. Wall Street, my precious, is all glimmery and shiny, but we knows the secrets, we does. Street names like Pearl St, Broad St, and even that ol' Battery Pl, they all hold stories, they do!
We owns a massage parlor here. It sees all kinds of sordid, trapy secrets of souls wanderin’ these mean streets. I gets mad at times, oh, we gets so mad when greed oozes outta every cracked corner. We hates it! And there’s more, oh yes, more like this: ever seen there the ol’ Trinity Church? It looms there, mysterious, like a lost treasure in dark fog.
The East River, it kisses the district every morn, glistening, oh precious, like shiny fish in the water! I always stroll there, my limbs weary, my mind scratching weird thoughts. Yous gotta check out the tiny alley near South End Ave. Few knows it, but it's home to a hidden tapas bar. Shhh! Don't tell the Fat Cats.
I remembers, oh, I remembers so clearly, that one cold night near Exchange Place, We see a silhouette drifting, whispering secrets like in a movie, precious, like "Dogville" yess, “We hates it!” that film, so mean and raw, like life here. One night, I was servin' a deep tissue massage; the client mumbled weird lines, “the darkness is ours, the light is fake!” and then, poof, he vanished. I nearly fell off me chair scream for the stars, mad, mad, mad!
Oh, I tell ya, the vibe here is wild. Streets choked with hustle, every building tells a story. Sometimes, I sits on me stoop at 55 Water St, thinking of old times, when shops laughed and loved. Now it’s all grind and shine... bizzaro, precious, but familiar.
I be honest, I can’t stand Pretzels near the subway—stinky fumes, always drive me nuts! And uh, lemme tells ya, the art on the piers? Lovable, but make me tear up, yess, like in a bad, twisted fairytale.
I asks ya, friend, if you loves raw truths and gritty souls, you’ll eats right here in our wild Financial-District. We got secrets, we got magic, we got curses, oh precious, and I shares ‘em with ya now. Remember, keep yer stomach tight and yer ears open this city sings in whispers and shouts.
We hates it, we loves it, we lives it! Come visit, and we shows ya all, all looted with love and anger and a bit of luck. Enjoy, yess, enjoy, you precious, you do!