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About New York City

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

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Manitowoc’s downtown—man, oh man—is a real treat. Head over to Hobby Street, where local cafes and vintage shops line up in a neat parade of retro goodness. I used to stroll there, thinkin’ bout the sensual mysteries of human desire (yep, even sexologists get those lightbulb moments in a café!), and let the quirky art and mosaic murals spark my imagination. The vibe is cheeky, kinda like a Wes Anderson scene where time slows down for a sec, and you just feel alive! “Isn’t that just groovy?” I'd mutter, channeling that Moonrise Kingdom spirit.

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