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About New York City

Me? I’m chill with it, fo’ shizzle. Had this one time, right? Homie hooked me up with a spot—dim lights, slow jams, hands workin’ magic. Felt like I was floatin’, like Llewyn on that cold-ass road, but warm, ya feel me? “If I had wings,” I’d fly back there, no cap. Made me happy as fuck, tension gone, soul singin’. But yo, some places? Sketchy as hell. Had this one chick—hands like sandpaper, pissed me off! I’m like, “Girl, you tryna exfoliate my soul or what?” Left there madder than a cat in a bathtub.

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Oh, and Public Park on Broadway? Wow, that place. I used to meet incredible souls there. Sometimes, in the corners, you can catch fleeting smiles and whispered confidences. It made my heart both mad and happy, like when your favorite wine gets a little too sour, yet you can’t help but laugh at the twist of fate.

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