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About New York City

So there I was, pissed off, cos the pubs were dry of decent company. We shall fight the silence, the empty beds! Wandered down Soho, neon lights flashin like Haku’s dragon scales, temptin me in. Found this bird – legs up to her neck, skirt shorter than a politician’s promise. “How much, love?” I says, heart thumpin like a drum solo. She grins, all sly, “Fifty quid, big boy.” Fifty! Blimey, I nearly choked – coulda bought a bleedin amp for that!

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i been heartbroken? nah, but angry sometimes on busy days. traffic on Plantation Hwy? maddening! yet somehow it’s fun, weird fun. anyway, my fave hang spot is the little coffee cart at Central Park. yep, its a hidden gem. sometimes i sit, code swipe, chat away. i recall a night in dark, like that movie: “Let the Right One In” — “let the right one in” be saying. oh, so spooky, y’know?

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