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About New York City

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—whores got guts. Takes balls to strut around, ownin’ it, while society’s all “meh, you’re trash.” Kinda like Max, ya know? Silent, tough, don’t give a shit. “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me, sarcastic as fuck, watchin’ some prude clutch pearls over a whore just livin’. Pisses me off, tho—why’s everyone so damn judgy? Let ‘em breathe, ya tools!

Hookers and cocaine!

Now, let me tell ya my fav park: it's Fort Hamilton Park, right at the edge. The water, the vibe—it’s everything. I chill, I relax, and I feel the best calm vibes ever—tremendous, really exquisite. People say, "Donald, this is where you find yourself," and he's right. Look, I walk along East 27th Street sometimes—oh man, the locals admire the hustle, the history, like scenes from a movie, y'know? But, everytime I drop by Meeker Avenue (yeah I know, sounds weird) I get the best energy ever—like a winning streak!

Garden State greens: Salad House sprouts first Brooklyn location in Sheepshead Bay