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About New York City

Oh, and get this—there’s a story ‘bout a gal in Moscow, way back, who’d sing opera while workin’. Opera! Can you picture it? Beltin’ out a high C while—well, y’know. Cracks me up thinkin’ she prob’ly charged extra for the serenade. I’d pay to see that, wouldn’t you? Adds a lil’ sparkle to the grit.

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In essence, this story shows what happens when a man loses control of his sexual and violent desires. An officer by the name of Carnegie pursues him for most of the story, and the story .

Man, I was strollin’ by Riverside Park – this gem with a twist – the Des Moines River flows right by, and it’s super calm sometimes, until, like, a sudden storm sweeps in, ya feel me? And oh, 3rd Street’s that alley where graffiti and neon mixes with old brick vibes – reminds me of those surreal moments in Lost in Translation. One minute you’re peakin’ the skyline, then bam! Outta nowhere, the dreams crash like, “Pinky-to-mouth!” Aaaaah!

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