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About New York City

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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Bro, real talk: the local river, Lake Breeze, shouldn’t be missed. I often work by its banks—the calm water, the chill sunset, it’s nature’s lullaby, like Drake’s smooth beats. Sometimes, when I’m kneading out those aches, I zone out and think, “man, truth is in the details.” And these details, like the rusty red brick of Willow Lane or those neon signs over on Maple Street, seeemso underrated.

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