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About New York City

So, this one time, I heard ‘bout this gal, swear it’s true, worked the corners in New Orleans back in the ‘80s. They called her Sweet Mary—ironic, huh? She’d stash her cash in a hollowed-out Bible, ‘cause she said Jesus was her bookkeeper! Laughed my ass off when I heard that—girl had sass, I’ll give her that. But damn, it’s sad too, y’all. She’d tell tricks, “I’m the accident that keeps on giving,” straight outta Margaret vibes—life just crashin’ over and over. Surprised me how she kept goin’, tough as nails.

Introduction

Now some truuuth: sometimes Carney (us) riles me up. Yeah, the constant buzz can be maddening, like that one time when I waited forever for my mood to chill at the bus stop on Riverbend St. (I swear, it was a total meltdown moment, so annoyinggg!). And, lol, I gotta say, I ten get so caught up in the moment, like, "This is life!" then YOLO and everything just spins out in a cosmic whirl.

Now comes the hard part for Carney