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About New York City

I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

Possible Relatives

In this song Kasher quon flexs his money, guns and scams he's been running and recalls an encounter he had with some men down in opa locka.

Now, lemme spill a secret: there’s this hidden gem on NW 57th Ave, near the old abandoned warehouse (yep, that one with a roof askew and wild ivy creeping everywhere). Most folks skip it, but not me, darlin’. I reckon it's like nature’s own little hideout – quiet, off the radar. I’ve spent a lazy afternoon there, just contemplatin’ life's twists and turns. Crazy, right? "Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up." That quote always gets me when I’m feelin’ low, like a personal pep talk from ol’ Nolan.

Man accused of shooting at Opa-locka commission candidate to be released from jail