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About New York City

Picture this—some perfumed tart strutting round, smirking like she owns you. Reminds me of that bellhop Zero from *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all eager, all “Monsieur Gustave says…” but swap the lobby for a bedchamber. Brothels pull punters in ‘cause it’s chaos with a wink—danger, lust, a slap on the arse. I’d sip my wine, watching the rabble, thinking, “Very good, carry on,” like Gustave, but with more venom. Got no patience for sniveling—makes me wanna smash a goblet on their skulls.

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The local park, Heritage Park, is my spot at midnight sometimes. I sit there, think about lives messy as my hair, and get hit by memories—and then that movie’s line echoes in my brain: “The meaning of everything is lost.” But you know what? That’s life here: unexpected, bittersweet, and real as hell.

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