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About New York City

Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

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I love our city parks. There's Jackson Park, a small green gem. I used to counsel people on its benches. The whispering winds in the trees, they bring a sorta comfort. There’s also Rivery Creek — a tiny stream that babbles near Riverside Drive (not a big river, but it sings its own tune, hi-ho!). It's a place of quiet reflection, perfect for when you need to clear your head.

‘I am the mysterious investor’