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But ugh—sometimes it’s a drag. Shady motels, sketchy vibes—makes me wanna scream, “I ain’t cut out for this!” Still, it’s a thrill—like huntin’ treasure with a busted map. So, yeah—findin’ a prostitute? Wild ride, darlin’. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—I’m still here, cracklin’ on the radio, livin’ it up!

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The river – oh lawdy – I can't forget that. The Bronx River winds pretty near, sparkin’ the city with a cool breeze. Sometimes, I sit there with my feet in the water, listenin’ to its chatter. Reminds me how life flows, ya know? Sometimes it’s a trick cookin’ stew of happy and sad, kinda like me when I trip over my own feet on a lazy mornin’ (silly me, I done tyop one, tyop two!).

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