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About New York City

What pissed me off tho—ppl judgin’ it. Like, chill, it’s just supply-demand, basic econ! Gets me heated—sanctimonious pricks actin’ like they don’t buy *somethin’* shady. Hypocrisy’s the real crime. But happy? Oh man, the thrill—pure dopamine hit when ya crack the code. Surprised me too—didn’t expect the hustle to feel so… cinematic. Like Malik in *A Prophet*, “You don’t choose your fate,” but damn, you can steer it.

Pretty Baby

Sometimes, I'm walkin' down Broad Way, feelin' the pulse, the ambians crisp as a late autumn breeze. Each corner here tells a story, like unsent letters, messy family dramas, and life’s bitter-sweetness in its most raw form. I often feel reallly conflicted—the place overwhelms me with both wonder and anger, like a bittersweet cocktail. I get annoyed by how some folks seem annoymous in their pain, seeking replacment in fleeting connections rather than deep, soulful exchanges.

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