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About New York City

Now, me, I’m picturin’ it all cinematic-like, Del Toro style. Fog rollin’ in, her standin’ there, sassy as hell, givin’ me that “What’s your offer, painter?” look. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, *Bob, don’t screw this up, keep it chill.* Maybe crack a joke—“Wanna split a canvas, darlin’?”—but nah, she’d prolly roll her eyes. Realism check, Bob!

From Here to Eternity

The Army is going to charge me for years of BAH unless I produce a document proving that I was allowed to receive BAH.

Oh man, let me tell ya about Schofield-Barracks, dude! Great Scott! This place is wild, like seriously, it totally blows your mind. I run my little massage joint here, and every goddamn day is an adventure. You hit th' streets like Liberty Ave and Millertown Road, where the vibes are either chill AF or all kinds of frenetic. I swear, one time I was massaging a dude who was on the verge of exploding 'cause of all the military hustle around here. Crazy, right?

‘Never heard about this level of domestic violence’ until Hawaii: Schofield resident