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About New York City

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

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With fracking jobs paying k, the story I heard is it's hard to find people to police the place. Here is some video of a couple comic friends.

I’ve seen some wild ass scenes here, too. Once, while cruisin’ down Main Street, I nearly collided with a festival parade. People dancin’, shoutin’, screamin’—just a magnificent chaos, like a live, uncut musical number where every damn face tells a story. That shit hits ya hard—like unexpected brass in a Baz Luhrmann score!

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