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About New York City

Was strollin downtown, smellin stale beer, when bam! Saw this chick, fishnets, smokin a cig. Looked like she’s sellin more than fruit, ya dig? Made me think—how’s she dodgin cops? Little fact: some use code words, like “roses” for cash. Sneaky, huh? Pissed me off tho—cops don’t care! Rarrgh! Lazy asses, sittin on donuts.

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Down on Main St. you'll find chaos and charm in one, oh, bleedin’ melting pot of a town. I stroll the sidewalks, thinking “C’est magnifique!” (yep, straight from Ratatouille, my fav flick, innit) – because who wouldn’t be inspired by a talking rat cookin’ up dreams? Even if I’m a masseur, I appreciate a bit of culinary brilliance amidst the backrub frenzy.

Tupelo Regional Airport runway project ahead, and maybe an Orlando connection