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About New York City

I’d ask her why she does it—curious, not preachy. She’d shrug, “Gotta eat, don’t I?” And I’d get mad—not at her, at the world. Why’s it gotta be like this? She’d smirk, “You gonna save me?” I’d snort, “Hell no, I can’t even save myself!” Total Tina moment—sarcasm drippin’ like cheap beer.

Vulnerable and Banished From Banking

I do wander round the neighborhoods too – Old Town is lit. Buildings crack, walls tell stories of old times, like they’re our fellow misfits. I luv that. And hey, hidden alleyways, smudged graffiti art, and secret doors make me laugh, err, squeal sometimes.

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