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I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

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The rooms are old and have not been kept up. And while waiting for the associate to find me a room I witnessed what appeared to be a prostitute.

Man, Fresh-Meadows—it's wild, ya know? So, lemme tell ya haaaay—a friend gets here and it's like, BOOM, a clash of calm parks and crazy busy streets. Uh, take Peck, for example—Street names like 94th Avenue, Queens Boulevard, they twist and turn like, uh, a Wes Anderson montage. I mean...it's quirky, right?

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