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About New York City

So, listen. You wanna find one? Check the dives. Shady bars, motels. Places smellin’ like regret. Girls there, they got stories. Sad ones, mostly. I once met this dame. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Hell, nobody knows. She laughed, said, “Life’s a shop window.” Straight outta *Carol*, that vibe. All polished outside. Broken inside. Broke my damn heart.

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Cedar Hills.

Oh, and a few fun tidbits: here, "luxury" means a massage at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday (no kidding!). And if you ever drop by the riverbank by Willow Bend (oh man, if only they’d fix that rickety bench, right?), you might just overhear a conversation as quirky as my everyday banter.

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