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About New York City

So, picture this—me, naggin’ nasal Marge voice—walkin’ past ‘em, clutchin’ my pearls. “Be free or die tryin’,” like in “Oldboy,” ya know? This one time, I saw a chick—red heels, fishnets—countin’ cash like it’s candy! Surprised me, honest! Thought she’d be all sneaky, but nope—bold as brass! Made me giggle, too—girl’s got guts!

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The friendship of Winfield Dunn and John Jay Hooker, which lasted over four decades. It was a most unlikely alliance, forged between two men who waged a tough.

Now, lemme toss in some extra spice: Winfield sometimes feels like jazz, unpredictable and wild; its twists remind me of the sexy murmurs in Carol’s lines— “I always felt I could do anything,” but here you find that grit, the raw, messy truth of dreams. And that's why I love it. Walnuts, my friend, that's why.

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