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About New York City

Windows down, music low. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume. “Falling in love is kinda crazy,” I mutter. Straight outta “Her,” y’know? She’s like, “What’s that, babe?” I laugh – nothin’, just drivin’. Surprised me, though. She’s chill, not all strung out. Rare find, man.

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You can buy an hour with a prostitute for a loaf of bread, but a promiscuous woman may well eat you alive. Can you build a fire in your lap and not burn your.

I’ve seen love, pain, anger, and hope mix on these worn-out pavements. And sometimes, mid-rant at a café on Main & 2nd, I just blurt out: “Say hello to my little friend!” like Tony Montana, full of wild, nostalgic energy.

The shimmering sandy Kent cove that could be mistaken for a Thai holiday island that locals would prefer to keep secret