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About New York City

So we haggle, it’s messy, loud – I’m yellin, she’s cussin. Passersby stare, I don’t give a fuck. Finally settle on somethin fair. She’s smirkin again, like she won. Maybe she did. We head off, and I’m thinkin bout *The Gleaners*, how they scrape by, turn trash to treasure. This? It’s raw, real – not some polished Hollywood crap. I’m buzzin, excited, maybe a lil hungry too – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – but nah, she’s safe from my plate.

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Also, let me tell ya 'bout a hidden gem – this little taco truck off Harborside Road that pops up like magic. Its crunchy tacos slap ya in the face with flavor. I sometimes joke, "These are my secret oil for life!" while munching and rolling deep with nostalgia.

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