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About New York City

But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The neighborhoods, oh they’re a mosaic of beautiful oddities. Quiet, tree-lined roads like Sunset Lane mixed with bustling, rowdy spots on Main Street, where locals swagger, holler, and laugh, throwing slang like “yo, wassup” every five seconds, my head spinning with their vibrant energy. Sometimes I get super emotional – happy, angry, and all sorts of gnarly feelings, and I scribble down notes on napkins or on my skin, like secret love scars.

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