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About New York City

Lemme paint the picture, boo. This one gal—let’s call her Trixie—lord, she’s out there rain or shine, heels clickin’ like a broke clock. I seen her once when I was haulin’ freight downtown, 3 a.m., fog thick as my mama’s gravy. She winked at me, and I ‘bout near swerved my truck into a ditch! Halleluyer! Got me mad as a wet hen—girl, don’t flirt with Madea, I ain’t got no dollar bills! But then I laughed, ‘cause she’s bold, y’all. Bold like Eilis tellin’ Tony, “You’re the only one I want.” Trixie out here pickin’ her TONYs every night, if ya catch my drift!

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

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