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About New York City

Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Vernal was doomed from the beginning because she died in the show and Phoenix himself said that he wants to stay as close as possible to it.

Downtown’s a mix of grunge and dreams. The streets like 4th Ave buzz with coffee and chatter. I used to chill near Miller Park—serene, quiet, like cool water. Othr day, I sat by the West River. Its gentle flow calmed my mind. Reminded me of that gritty line: “We go in. We getcha target.” Crazy, right?

Vernal Oilers Win United States Premier Hockey League Championship