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About New York City

Little fact – back in the ‘60s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em. Hookers everywhere – like pigeons, but sexier. True story – cops called it “The Meat Rack.” Grim, right? Anyway – I roll up. Window down. Heart’s poundin’ – am I nuts? She leans in. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. “Hey, sugar,” she says – voice like gravel. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no mitzvah!” – straight outta the film. Laughed in my head – dark humor, y’know?

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And then there’s the downtown, with Riverside Drive, a buzzing hub of coffeeshops and quirky art galleries. I tell ya, I once sat outside one spot, lost in my thoughts, and damn, the vibe was so raw. The place, it's built on grit and charm, a bit like a poem written on a napkin in a dive bar. Street art splashed on the building walls echoed weird lines from that movie: “Tell 'em I was here!” And trust me, I did, in my own weird, David Brent kinda way.

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