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About New York City

But here’s the scoop—say you’re in a big city, lookin’ for that “fleeting tremor of excitement,” like Jep says in the movie. You might stumble on some shady corners, neon lights flickerin’ like a bad omen. Fun fact—did y’all know in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Wild, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout me in a wig, struttin’ like I’m hot stuff—ha, I’d trip over my own boots first!

Strike Up the Band

The neighborhoods? They’re like pages in my own diary. Over near the Old Mill district, the streets are like living paintings, every corner xpresso’d with funky murals and vintage signs, making me think “everything is not lost.” Ridiculous, right? And then there's the river – the Sierra Madre Creek gushin’ through town. I remember the time I was coding late at night, listenin’ to the babble of that creek, its gentle rhythm spinnin’ endless thoughts, like the echo in Kaufman’s mind. "I’m not a real artist!" sometimes I swell like, nah man, we’re all art here.

Sierra Madre Senior Hawaiian & Polynesian Dance Class