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About New York City

Hmm… so, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Nasal nag comin’ at ya! Bein’ a prison warden, I see ‘em all—girls like Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say, but nah, these gals end up in my cells, strung out, lookin’ like they aged 50 years overnight. Saw this one chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ boring like Susan—busted for solicitin’ down on 5th. Skinny as a rail, eyes all hollow, remindin’ me of Marion in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—hah, yeah, somebody in handcuffs, sweetie!

Family Time Line

The downtown pulse thumps on Maple & 3rd. That area is a melt of neon, old brick, and secret back alleys where dreams go kickin' around. Ya walk past a dive bar – Mike's Dive – and think, “Man, life's rough, but sweet like a warm stretch after a long day.” I remember one night, relaxin’ after a long massage sesh, watchin' the streetlights hum closed ones – it hit me like a freight train. So much life in every cracked sidewalk.

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