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About New York City

So I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s all, “Whatchu got, gearhead?” and I’m like, “Baby, I got horsepower and heart!” She smirks—fuck, that got me happy as hell. But then some crusty dude rolls by, hollerin’ dumb shit, and I’m pissed. Like, “Bruh, don’t harsh my vibe!” I almost threw a wrench at his ass—mediocre fools, man, they ruin everything.

I get mad sometimes too, ya know? Traffic near the parks, folks litterin'—makes my blood boil. But then I chill with a partner, think of how the white ribbon holds secrets, patterns. Life’s a puzzle, and we all gotta nibble at it.

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