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About New York City

Roxy had this trick—carried peppermint schnapps. Said it kept her warm. Little known fact: old-time pros used booze as perfume! Covered the stink, I guess. D’oh! Genius, right? But man, pimps pissed me off—slimy jerks takin’ her cash. Wanted to punch ‘em, but—coward here. She laughed once, called me “sweet dope.” Felt good, like when Cathy smiles through tears.

Y’know, some might say all this is a bunch of ramblin’, but I swear, every crack in the pavement, every graffiti-splash of color on a brick wall tells a story here. It’s raw, imperfect, lively. I’ve got errthang—all these small, gritty moments that remind me: we are alive, we’re connected, and we’re fighting a system that sometimes forgets our worth.

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