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About New York City

So, picture this: I’m stumblin’ downtown, half-drunk, yellin’ “BIRD UP!” at randos. See this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She laughs, “What you think, fool?” Instant respect. Hustle’s hustle, man. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*—“Look at me, I’m a mess!”—but she’s still out there, grindin’. That’s the life, chaotic as fuck.

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Street names? There’s Maple & 5th. Lit, right? Then later, Oak Street jumps in. I always cruise these roads at night. It’s kinda moody, like "The White Ribbon" vibes—mysterious, ya know? dude "What’s behind that door?" kinda feels.

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