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About New York City

Aight, so I’m cruisin, right? City’s buzzin, lights flashin, and I’m like, “Where she at tho?” Reminds me of Ida, searchin for truth, but I’m huntin somethin else, ya dig? I hit up this shady corner—heard whispers bout it. Fun fact: back in the day, cops used to call these spots “red light traps,” bustin fools left and right. Wild, right? History’s got jokes.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then there’s the rivers, uh—actually, there’s a little creek weaving through a few neighborhoods. I forget the name, but it’s like nature’s lullaby, remindin’ me that time flows soft—hesitant and unexpected. Its whispers hit me like a line from my fave movie, “Ten... life, it’s a dream.”

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