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About New York City

Carpenter’s eye, I spot the details. Her shoes? Worn heels, splintered like old timber. Tells ya she’s been at it ages. “Time’s a thief,” like in the movie—steals her youth, don’t it? Surprised me, though, she’s got this grin—pure mischief. Happy as a pig in shit, some days. Other times, she’s knackered, slumped like a busted chair.

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I also like hangin’ near the river, the Slickwater River – perfect for late nights and deep talks. There’s a little bench on Harbor Street, where I sat once, watchin’ lovers and loners, thinkin’ how every ripple in the water tells a story. Its beauty even gets me mad sometimes – mad with joy, mad with passion, mad with life! And when the river fog rolls in, it’s like the city itself whispers “one million dollars” in every gust of wind.

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