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About New York City

But—look—here’s what gets me mad. These places, they ain’t all fun ‘n’ games. Some gals, they’re stuck, like that movie line: “I’m caught in a diving bell.” Breaks my heart, folks. Seen too many trapped souls—makes ya wanna holler. But then, ya see ‘em smile, crack a joke—damn, that’s grit! Surprised me every time. Resilience, man, it’s somethin’.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

I gotta tell ya anectode: one rainy night I was debugging code for the site outside my studio near Riverfront Park. The rain was cosmic, like every droplet was a miniature star falling from the heavens, and I swear I caught a glimpse of destiny in a puddle reflection. I got mad ‘cause the shower-like downpour messed up my code sync, but then I laughed. “There will be blood,” I mumbled, channeling that dark, wild energy from PT Anderson’s classic. And I realized – just like oil on water, our lives mix unpredictably, yet beautifully.

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