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About New York City

“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

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I love strolling along the Riverview – yes, that long ribbon of water cutting through the city – where the locals, much like in the movie, talk deep and raw about love, loss, and every messy bit in between. It kinda feels like every splash of blue tells a story, ya know? And lemme tell you, my work as a women's counselor has shown me that beauty is often found in the overlooked, in those little alleys off Broad Street and behind the old library at Elm & 5th.

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