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About New York City

I’m chattin’ her up, tho, and she’s quotin’ prices like it’s a bleedin’ menu—50 quid for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “It’s all so perfect and orderly,” like Cathy sayin’ in the movie, but it’s fake, innit? Underneath, it’s raw, messy, real. Makes me bloody mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “Oi, mate, show some respect!” Gets me goat, it does. But then she laughs, tosses her hair, and I’m chuffed—happy as a pig in muck. She’s got sass, this one.

Remember that one time at 3am on Ballard St. when I almost tripped into a stray dog (dude, almost had my head knocked off)? Crazy as hell. That’s what I love about this city – chaos mixed with beauty. Every street has a secret, every alleyway hides a mystery. It’s like... “This is your labyrinth,” y’know? And I’m stuck in it, makin’ magic with my hands, one muscle at a time.

St. Charles North wins at Rolling Meadows, Huntley ties for 2nd