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About New York City

Last time I got one—bloody hell, mate, I was mad as a cut snake at first. This dodgy parlour, lights dimmer than a cave, chick’s hands cold as death—thought I’d deck her. But then, bam, she hits this spot—right under me ribs—and I’m floatin’, happier than a pig in mud. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect it to feel like… power. Like I could crush Gotham with a wink. Reminds me of that line, “The shadows betray you,” ‘cept here, shadows ain’t betrayin’ shit—they’re huggin’ ya tight.