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About New York City

Vladimir Putin style kicks in—ice in my veins, I notice shit. These girls, they ain’t just sellin bodies, nah. They’re playin chess, dodgin cops, pimps, drunk assholes. One time, heard this story—some chick, 19, worked the port, saved cash, vanished. Poof! Like she was never there. Clever as fuck, outsmarted em all—made me grin, respect that hustle. Reminds me of Malick’s line, “she moves unseen, a spirit.” Smart, not just meat, y’know?

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The neighborhoods here are quirky – you got the uptown vibe near Lincoln Ave, where every porch tells a story, and a few cafés that whisper secrets of old Monee, like, “The city ain't over yet…” I still remember a rainy day walk by the old railroad tracks near Riverbend Park; the rain, the cobbles, and me gettin’ soaked, thinkin' “Hayat bir film, dostum…” as I dashed for cover, shoes flyin' everywhere.

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