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About New York City

Rewind—*Memento* style—I’m stalkin’ the streets, backwards memory vibes. “What’s her name?” I ask myself. Forgot already, classic me. Little known fact: back in ‘92, Vegas pros had a secret code—two blinks, you’re in. She blinked once, I panicked—did I miss it? Surprised me how slick she was, tho. Slipped me her number on a napkin—classy, huh? “You’re a mystery,” I say, quotin’ Nolan’s finest. She smirks, “Ain’t we all, doll?”

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Oh, and an extra tidbit: some of the oldest houses on Brush St hide little legends – supposedly haunted or somethin, but I always found it super cool, like, "You never really stop listenin to the whispers of the past." (yep, more The Lives of Others vibes, but in a goofball way).

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