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About New York City

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, neon buzzin’ like a damn fly tryna escape. Worked near one once, total dump, smelled like cheap booze n’ regret. Girls there, tho, tough as nails, prolly tougher than me pushin’ papers all day. Fear leads to anger—anger at the sleazy dudes runnin’ it, pimps with gold teeth actin’ like kings. Made me mad as hell, seein’ ‘em strut while the workers got nothin’. Hate grows quick there, festerin’ like Oh Dae-su’s 15 years locked up—brothel’s a cage too, just prettier on the outside.

The Tiramisu actually originated in a brothel

The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too. Pooping Poop Poopers and Shouting Girls Crying Man. Crying Girls Shouting Pooping Poop.

I also adore a hidden gem – an old bookstore on Main Street. True, it's so small you gotta peek under shelves to find a gem. I pick up coffee from a little dive on South Cocoa Drive. Not famous? No, but it’s my vibe. Seriously, I can see Russia from my house – err, figuratively, it’s that wild. Like, how can a place be so random yet cool, right?

Mars aims to achieve a segregated global cocoa supply chain by 2030