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About New York City

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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The neighborhoods – oh boy – there’s the historic downtown area where vintage shops pop up next to modern art galleries. I remember rhymin’ my code in a cramped studio on 4th Street, watching people hustle past. That sight always gives me shivers… like that movie scene, ya know? Sometimes I feel the love is just plastered on every corner, like a freakin’ masterpiece.

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