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About New York City

So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

Hotel Alondras Park

Now, the neighborhoods, oh boy. There's the eclectic mix at Cherry Grove, with its boho charm and art studios spilling onto the sidewalks. The locals are a quirky bunch, not too uptight—kinda like me. And then we got raucous Riverside Alley, all close to the Alondra River where the water gently babbles on – yep, it’s as poetic as that famous movie line. “Dreams come and go like a thief in the night.” (Okay, not verbatim, but ya catch my drift!)

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