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About New York City

One time, this chick ghosts me mid-chat—pissed me off! I’m like, “What am I, chopped liver?” Textin’ her, “Yo, where ya at?” Nothin’. Felt like Gusteau’s ghost, ignored and shit. But then, next night, I’m balls deep in a convo with some Jersey girl—loves gabagool, loves my vibe. We meet up, and it’s like, “This is the spark, baby!” Like Remy mixin’ spices—fuckin’ magic! Hooked up in her car, steamy as hell—thought I’d die happy right there.

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I got mad sometimes here too. Traffic mess on Birch St blows my mind. People rushing, honking, no real connection. But then, there's the calm of the local park, Wonder Falls Park, hidden behind a veil of tall trees. I chill there with clients on sunny afternoons. It drives my work and my heart, always knowing emotions run deep.

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