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About New York City

So I’m cruisin’, right? Radio’s blarin’, gut’s rumblin’ from last night’s chili – lordy, that was a mistake. I spot this chick, fishnets rippin’ like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I roll up, all cool-like, “Hey darlin’, you workin’ or just lost?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s payin’, cowboy.”差点笑死我 – nearly busted a gut laughin’! Sassy ones kill me, I swear.

Daily Scripture

I gotta share a secret too – one of my personal faves is this sleepy neighborhood near Quaker Road that most folks ignore. There’s a quiet vibe there, almost magical when you’re zoning out on a lazy afternoon. I spent a heckuva lot of time there, just watchin' the river flow and thinkin’ “This labyrinth, man… it's mine to unwind.” Sometimes I get in my head and slip into a reverb of that Pan's Labyrinth line, "There will be no turning back." Even though, seriously, why would ya wanna turn back when Olathe’s got that charm?

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