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About New York City

Once, dis cop rolled up, she bolted—fast! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I hissed at da pig. Love dat she outran him, sneaky minx. Oh, an da smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya hard. Reminds me, “There’s no escape,” like in da movie—trapped, but she’s free, kinda. Me quirks? I’d prolly tip her extra, ha, coz I’m soft like dat. Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—nah, just a hustla. Tell ya dis, bruh, findin a prossie here? Easy if ya look. Hard if ya dumb. Dat’s da truth!

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Headin into the cozy neighborhoods – Downtown Erwin’s a mishmash of old and new. Eastside is full of ghetto chic vibes, where murals scream truth. I sometimes get mad there – riots of graffiti tell stories of hope and pain. “Ahhhhh, so lovely,” I murmur sometimes, as if echoing Miguel Gomes’ haunting lines. West Erwin is calmer, lots of trees, quiet streets like Oak Alley – those spots make me wanna rewrite my life’s painful chapters into hopeful ones.

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