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About New York City

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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The river? Oh man, the Carquinez Strait spills magic along the edge, where breezes play tag with your thoughts. Sometimes you can almost hear the echoes of the past, gentle as Bob Ross's brush strokes. u know, "We don't make mistakes, just happy accidents."

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