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About New York City

Alright, pal, listen up—prostitute, huh? Greed is good, baby, and nobody knows that better than me, Gordon Gekko, king of the hustle. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them workin’ girls, and damn, it’s a grind worth admirin’. They’re out there, sellin’ what the world’s always buyin’—sex, power, a quick escape. Reminds me of *The New World*, that Malick flick I’m obsessed with—Pocahontas and them settlers, tradin’ dreams for survival, y’know? “The air is sweet here,” she says, but for a prostitute? Air’s thick with cash and desperation.

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Most of the women in those establishments saw prostitution purely as an economic opportunity; others saw it as the lowest moral degradation.

Down on Maple & Elm, the vibe is raw. The local park? Oh, it's like a playground of souls. A chill haven for families, couples, and lost kids. I often spot them, lost in thought; kinda like in Boyhood... "time is a flat circle."

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