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Favorite part? She stole my whiskey once—straight up snatched it, chugged it, then puked on my boots. “Spring break forever!” she slurred, laughin’ like a hyena. Pissed me off so bad I yelled, “You’re a freakin’ parasite!” She just winked—WINKED—like I’m the idiot. Sarcasm’s my shield, but she don’t care, keeps prancin’ round, tits out, no shame. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d OD by now, but nah, she’s still kickin’, tougher than she looks.

Hell's-Kitchen is a patchwork of characters. The locals got stories. I met a lady there who, trust me, had more spice than a hot pepper. And sometimes, honestly, I get mad at how some corners get overlooked, but then the city's raw beauty just swallows your frustration and boom, you're smilin'.

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