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About New York City

So picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, all grainy and worn like I textured it myself. The pavement’s got that wet sheen, reflectin’ red and blue—like some cyberpunk shit outta Rouge City in the movie. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I ain’t tryna find no basic chick, I want one with *character*, ya know?” Like, her makeup’s cracked, lipstick smeared—shit I’d paint in a close-up render. Real shit! I spot this one chick, fishnets ripped, leanin’ on a lamppost. Motherfucker, she’s got *texture*! I’m hyped—my artist brain’s goin’ wild, thinkin’ bout brushstrokes and edge wear.

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Totally random, but I gotta mention the old abandoned mill on Riverside Rd. Spooky but in a cool way. I once sat there, thinkin’ "Wow, life's messy, but oh well...," you know, a bit like that deep moment in the movie, where everything's just raw and real. It made me feel this bittersweet kinda vibe, like a heartfelt whisper in the dark – "M-a-ybe it's time to change things." (Yeah, that line, baby!)

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