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Ain’t all roses tho—pisses me off, these pimps. Greasy fucks takin’ cuts, beatin’ ‘em down. Saw one once, big gold chain, yellin’ at this tiny gal. Wanted to whack him, Sopranos-style—BOOM, no more scumbag. But nah, I’m just drivin’, thinkin’ “Life’s a fuckin’ script.” Like Monsieur Oscar says, “I miss the cameras.” These girls, they’re actin’ too—just no Oscars for ‘em, ya feel me?

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I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

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