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About New York City

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

Proverbs 6:26

My girlfriend is a prostitute. Its how we met. She is the one who started it with me, the whole love story. Now I am sitting here crying.

Ever strolled by the serene Riverside Park? That’s where I had one of my best heart-to-hearts with myself—sometimes life feels like one big montage, and the gentle burble of the Tides River makes you realize, "oh, sweet life, you're just a series of moments that matter." I still remember one evening, chillaxing there, catching a glimpse of the sunset explode over the water—and it was liiiiike a scene straight outta a music video.

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