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About New York City

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

Vallejo neighborhood considers blocking streets to deter sex trade

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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