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About New York City

So, this gal—let’s call her Missy—she’s workin’ the docks. Not far from my boat, swear it! She’s out there, struttin’, fishnets torn, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I holler in my head, Dr. Phil-style. She’s got guts, tho—hustlin’ while I’m haulin’ fish. Made me mad, seein’ her shiverin’ in the cold. Ain’t right—nobody carin’! But damn, she’s tough—tougher’n a barracuda.