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About New York City

So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

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Man, you gotta hit Luna Park! Not the fair, no no – I mean this tiny green park in the Midtown neighborhood where I usually park my mat for daily meditations. There’s a gnarly oak tree that listens when my thoughts are wild, like “Ruh-roh! Time to calm yo' self, buddy!” Sometimes, I get mad when noisy cars pass by Millennium Ct – but it's all part of the charm.

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