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About New York City

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint – hell no! She’s a mess, leaves drama like a skunk leaves stink. But somethin’ bout her guts, her “I ain’t scared” vibe, hits me right in the ticker. Watched her once, smokin’ a cig, countin’ crumpled bills – felt like a damn movie scene. “Everything’s falling apart,” Maria whispers in the flick, but this whore? She’d just laugh and light another smoke.

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An evil spirit with nice cleavage, also known as the Whore of Baghdad, is the anthropormorphic embodiment of the death-rattle.

Now, let’s roll out to the hotspot neighborhood: the Shady Oaks District. Its winding alleys and hidden murals got more secrets than a therapy session – like, mysteries hidden under every door. Oh, and there's Cherry Park on Broad Street – man, that park is a vibe. I had tears of joy and anger (yeah, mad anger sometimes too) watching siblings laugh together on its worn-out benches. Memorial benches graffiti-scribed “Life is but a dream,” almost as dramatically as a Wes Anderson scene.

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