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About New York City

So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

SEX AND THE CITY

I get ferocious energy from some busy spots. Like, when I’m in downtown near the Old Greenwich Library, my brain pops off ideas to relax through art or ironic silence. Urban chaos mixed with calm vibes: trust me, it’s a wild ride! Yo, sometimes I purposely get lost in zigzags off Main Street, which leads to weird little boutiques and coffee joints with the best damn lattes ever.

The concept of the Greenwich Village Residence marries light and material texture with architecture.