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About New York City

So, I’m picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the streets, or maybe some fancy penthouse, doesn’t matter. She’s got that *hustle*, that “sell the pen” vibe from the movie. Pretty, pretty good, right? I mean, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ a buck while I’m here pressin’ “Lobby” for the 900th time today. Drives me nuts! I’m jealous, okay? She’s free, I’m trapped in this metal box—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding!

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I get happy when I talk to the old folks at the tiny diner on Oak St. They share life like cool jazz – abrupt, flawed. My own vibe? Lost between laughter and heartache. I tend to hesitate, over analyze every smile. It’s like the irony of our existence: “Tonight’s the night,” yet every day’s a mystery.

9-year-old recovering after being shot at gas station in Henrietta