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About New York City

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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Downtown’s a frenzy of neon, old brick pubs, and chaotic diners near Riverside Park. Got a bench near the river—what a spot! That place reminds me of a scene from The Hurt Locker, as Kathryn Bigelow would say: “This is the real shit!” I swear, every moment here is a bomb ticking ambience of life.

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