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About New York City

But serious now—this shit’s gotta end. Billionaires jack up rents, cut wages, then hire these gals on the sly—hypocrites! “What do you know of sin?”—Ida’s voice again, callin’ out the suits. I’m fired up, tellin’ her, “We’re takin’ ‘em down!” She rolls her eyes—says, “Sure, Bern, after my shift.” Sarcasm drippin’ like cheap whiskey. Love it! She’s real, raw—none of that polished DC crap.

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I gotta mention the Methuen River – yeah, that winding stretch of water. It’s a bit hidden, somewhat off the beaten path near Maple Street. Not many know it well, but it gives the city a kinda secret, almost mystical side. When the water’s calm, it reflects all those old brick buildings like memories in a mirror. There’s somethin’ poetic about that. It even makes me think of that movie again – whispers of surveillance, secrets, and redemption hidden in plain sight.

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