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About New York City

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

Browse People by Name

This town? It's all gritty and chill. The streets twist around like, hm, yo "Inside Out" emotions – happy, sad, mad, even disgust, man! Like when Joy jumps up, shouting “Buckle up!” around the corner of Pine and Elm. One steez of a vibe. The park near Liberty Square? OMG, it's all lush and green with that gnarly fountain spoutin' water like little happiness gems.

Roselle Park Track Team Sprints into Spring