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About New York City

So, this one time, I’m munchin’ Doritos, watchin’ this deal go down. Dude in a pickup, hat low, lookin’ sketchy. Girl hops in, gone in a sec. I’m like, “What kinda animal are you?” Straight outta *The Master*! Made me laugh, but it’s sad too. These girls, they got stories. Ain’t all glitz—some got kids, bills, real shit. I got mad once, saw this punk yellin’ at one. Wanted to chuck my mop at him! But I just rang up his smokes, kept quiet. Ain’t my fight, ya know?

I drink, I know things, like old Tyrion would say. Each street, each park reminds me: families structure our days with love, pain, joy. Typing now, reflection hits: “Our lives are but a medley of stories.” Reminds me of that movie—so freakin’ poignant. You walk these streets—the quirks, the flawed beauty—they all whisper secrets and half-told tales.

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