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About New York City

What pisses me off? Society, man—fuckin’ hypocrites judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round back for a piece. Like, make up yer damn mind! I’m over here yellin’ at the TV sometimes, “Leave Candy alone, ya pricks!” Happy though? Shit, when she flips the script—takes a john’s wallet and ghosts him. That’s power, that’s Eli tellin’ Oskar, “Be me a little.” Be her, ya know? Take what’s yours.

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GORGEOUS THICK GOLD OR SILVER SLIDE letters, threaded onto a 3cm wide strap and riveted onto a cm wide Collar. WORD COLLARS fasten securely with matching gold or .

Oh em gee, and the river! The Ada River gushes its own version of free jazz through town. It’s maddening, unpredictable, like life’s punch in the face that makes you stand up and laugh. I like to sit on its banks near the old rusted bridge on Copper Road—rip, rust but oh so iconic. Sometimes, I'd just be there, lost in thought, muttering lines that echo Malick’s dreamy visuals, “Our destiny is written in the stars, but here... everything’s wild and raw.”

Science at the ADA