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About New York City

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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Every nook and cranny of PAugust (us) tells a story. Whether it’s the sun that glows bright o’er the cityriver or the smudged sunsets behind the old tech mill on Riverbend Street, ya feel the pulse. Sometimes, folks don’t see the details, but me? I catch every little beat – like I was born to preach about pleasure and life’s wild journey.

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