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About New York City

Weird thing—heard some pros in Vegas once used dice to pick clients. Roll a six, you’re in—roll a one, keep walkin’. Crazy, right? Surprised me—thought that was just movie shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool but guarded—like the village in *White Ribbon*, all secrets. “What’s your story?” I ask. “Ain’t got one,” she snaps. Fair enough—don’t we all hide stuff?

The Red Room

Mornings, evenings, afternoons—every bit of it is a medley of chaos and calm. I even find similarities to Amélie’s quirky encounters, where each moment is full of tiny wonders and unexpected magic. Logan-Square is gritty, vibrant, and a little rough around the edges—like me, always in a hurry, droppin’ typos, choppin’ sentences, livin’ life in half-broken beats. (Sorr, typos; life’s real, I guess.)

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