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About New York City

Where I’m at, streets buzz late. Neon flickers, girls lean on corners—some bold, some shaky. Saw this one chick, prolly 20, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. “You’re not leaving!” she snapped at some dude peelinn’ off in a rusty Dacia. Made me chuckle—spunky, ya know? Reminded me of that movie line, “You think everything’s a game!” Ain’t no game here, tho—real stakes, real hustle.

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When I moved to Seattle for school, I started seeing a guy in Tacoma. I told my local friends. They told me to beware the 'aroma of Tacoma'.

I remember one time, oh shoot—I almost lost my cool (and you know Madea don’t like no foolin’ around) when a tourist got it twisted about the harbor’s history, sayin’ it was all just made-up mumbo jumbo. I exploded like a shaken soda can! "Child, I ain’t got time for no mockery! The harbor, these streets, they're real, baby!" Even if I might be exaggeratin’ a lil bit.

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