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About New York City

Still, I reckon there’s a flip side. Some of ‘em gals got sass, struttin’ ‘round like they own the damn place. One time, this chick – Ruby, I think – hollered at me, “Hey tractor boy, wanna trade horsepower for somethin’ hotter?” Cracked me up! I was redder’n a barn in a sunset, y’all. Surprised me she even clocked me sittin’ up there, dusty as hell. Makes ya wonder – maybe they’re runnin’ their own show, huh?

A farewell to Montana’s grand madam

Man, oh man, the neighborhoods are something else. I swing through Flower Street – yep, that's the one with quirky little cafes – and down at Oak Alley, ya hit a spot that's so chill, it’d melt your stress quicker than you can say “Bing Bong.” I swear, every corner's a mini relaxation retreat. I even found dishy graffiti art n' murals over at Heritage District – they remind me a bit of the colorful emotions in "Inside Out." Feels like the town itself is singing "Yay, happiness" on every wall.

Garrett Talamantes