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About New York City

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. I see her, leanin’ against a wall, all sass and smoke. Reminds me of that scene where Brandon’s just starin’ at the girl on the subway—*“I find you unbearable”* vibes, but flipped. She’s got that look, ya know, the one that says, “I’ve seen it all, kid.” Makes me laugh, ‘cause I’m thinkin’, “Sister, I ate his liver with fava beans—I’ve seen worse.”

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My neighbourhood? Off Hillside Drive. It’s rough, real, and raw. Neighbors holler from porches, and every crack in the pavement seems to tell a story. A few times, I saw these kids darting ‘round West Park, laughin’ loud, totally not caring about the world, while I stood there, thinkin’, “Man, f*** it, let 'em be free.” Sometimes, I get nostalgic – memories, adrenaline, and that undeniable scent of Stroudsburg in cold mornings, slipping through alleyways (real weird vibes, like whispers from another realm).

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