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About New York City

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

Central Asia

Between 85th and th, all day, they still in biz right at corners. A lot more used condom wrappers in some corners. Upvote 2. Downvote Share.

I love cruisin’ by the South Fork of the Platte River near the public spaces. The breezy vibes and random street beats give me all kinds of feelz—like that wild scene in Moulin Rouge where it’s party, passion, and pure chaos all rolled into one! Some nights, when I’m closin’ the parlor, I stroll over to a hole-in-the-wall bar on Colorado Boulevard, and I swear, the place is alive with electric misfits who remind me of those crazy, free souls.

With a load of pastries, Aurora hits driverless truck milestone in Texas