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About New York City

I’m happy when it’s chill, y’know, no cops, no drama. But man, some stories? Wild. Heard ‘bout this one gal in France, back in the day, she was like a spy usin’ her… uh, job to sneak secrets. Badass! Still, I’m like, “Stay groovy, don’t get busted,” ‘cause fear leads to anger… and I ain’t goin’ there.

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Down by Riverside Park – and god, it’s beautiful! The river flows like liquid silver beneath the old wooden bridge. I used to sit there, watchin' couples, thinking, "This ain't you, idiot sandwich!" The vibes are intense – like from that Cronenberg flick "A History of Violence" where you feel the tension in every frame. Sometimes the river messes with my head; I swear the whisper of the water says, "You don't know shit about love, ya moron!" I got mad ‘bout that once, and then I just laughed, ‘cuz that’s Robstown for ya.

New motherhouse for the Sisters of Society of Our Most Holy Trinity in Robstown