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About New York City

But don’t be a dumbass – use cash, no cards, no trace. I’m yellin’ at my boy Manny once, “You wanna get caught?!” He’s all sloppy, flashin’ plastic. Pisses me off. Exaggeratin’ for effect – I’d rather fuck a cactus than trust a pimp with my digits. Say hello to my little friend! – he don’t snitch. Oh, and watch for the fake ones – they’ll rob ya blind, laughin’ all the way. Happened to my pal Chico, poor bastard.

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Ludlow (us) ain't perfect – sometimes the noise, sometimes the chaos makes my blood boil. But man, it's home. The city's pulse, the grit, the subtle energy – at times, it makes me go, “Whoa.” Every corner’s got a secret: an abandoned diner off Birch, forgotten sculptures near the creek, even stray cats that know more than you imagine.

Multiple crews put out garage fire in Ludlow, one left without a home