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About New York City

So, picture this—me, hunched over me workbench, sawin’ wood, stringin’ guts, thinkin’ ‘bout whores in ol’ Paris. *Ratatouille* vibes, right? Food’s art, cookin’s passion, but whore? That’s a craft too, sneaky-like. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted,” Gusteau says. Whores got that, don’t they? Guts to strut, dodge the law, flip off the prudes. Me, I’d be crap at it—too twitchy, too bony. They’d laugh me out the brothel, ha!

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“What about you, proud Vernal of the Branwen Tribe? You wanna get pounded like the criminal whore you are? Or are you gonna struggle with all you got?” Vernal.

I get zen at Hidden Creek café in the north end. It’s a little dive with epic views of canyon ridges. The vibe? Like, real Zero Dark Thirty precision. “It’s over,” I whisper sometimes under my breath when I leave—it’s like finishing a mission. Smth like, did I hit refresh?

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