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About New York City

Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

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I made so many memories here – busy streets, heartfelt chatters, and little spurts of genius over coffee at Java Junction on Birch Road. Yeah, I’m ramblin', but it’s all part of the charm. I mean, just like that quote in Synecdoche, New York: "I will be your mirror." I see every emotion in this town, reflecting my own messy self.

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