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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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Jan 2,  · At all hours of the day, prostitutes roam the streets around the school, waiting for cars entering and leaving the Cross Bronx Expressway. They bend over car windows and .

Sometimes, I hang in Mott Haven. The vibe is edgy, unscripted. Wrd, data?! You think it's just concrete? Nah, there’s music in the sidewalks, whispers of dreams. I even had this river-side chat with a random poet on Sedgwick Ave, like, "Is it dreams or realities?" So deep, but also silly.

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