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About New York City

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

The Satanic Verses

Here's a little story about the girl across the street. In the yellow house numbered seven 0 three. Whoreothy was her name and she did things for the thrill.

The city’s vibe makes you mad sometimes too—like when traffic jams on Rapid Rush Road get absurd, and you're stuck behind a clown car. Ugh, so annoying, right? And then there are days when the sunshine just melts all your worries away. One day, I was sittin' by Peaceful River, tearin' up a bit cause of love problems, and a kind stranger passed by with, "That’s what she said!" and BOOM, laughter saved the day.

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