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About New York City

But then, she surprised me, right? Caught her singin’ once, voice like gravel and honey, proper soulful. Made me happy, that did – “Hey, man, she’s got the groove!” – like she coulda been on stage, not the kerb. Maybe she was, once. Dunno. Mind wandered, thinkin’ – what if she’s a secret genius, playin’ us all? Nah, probably not, just a daft cow with a hard life. Still, I’d tip her a tenner just for the craic.

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Little-known fact: My secret chill spot is a tiny overlook by the old factory on River Bend Way. Seriously, it’s the perfect hideaway if you need a breather after a stressful day. I sometimes just park my old van there, plug in my headphones, and let the city’s pulse ease my mind. Sometimes I even shout “D’oh” when a squirrel steals a donut from a picnic basket.

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