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About New York City

I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

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

And don’t even get me started on the little-known nook off 3rd Ave. Some call it "Joey’s Corner" – ‘cause its vibe is bonkers. I met a cat there, proper wise, talkative, sharp as a tack. I swear, the owner said, “You never know what secrets this city holds,” just like in Caché.

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