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About New York City

We’s torn, precious! Hates the grime, the groans, but—damn—some o’ them madams? Clever as hell, runnin’ empires under everyone’s noses. Still, we spits at it! Filthy coins changin’ hands, bodies sold cheap—makes us wanna puke! “We’re not like them,” we mutters, thinkin’ o’ *Brooklyn*’s sweet streets. Brothels ain’t no home, nah, just a pit o’ despair! We hates it, precious, hates it somethin’ fierce!

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Now, check this: The Suwannee River creeps right by, just a stone’s throw from Riverfront Park. I always sit there after my sessions, lettin' my thoughts drift. It’s a place where the river’s murmur meets the beating heart of the city. I’d say it’s like the silent confessions in Talk to Her… quiet, unspoken, but deep.

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