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About New York City

I’m hagglin’—badly, mind ye—’cause I’m three sheets to the wind, an’ she’s sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a construct,” she snaps, like I’m some bleedin’ actor in Kaufman’s play, an’ I’m thinkin’, *lass, ye’ve no idea!* That got me riled, aye—don’t ye dare call Cap’n Jack a puppet! But then she winks, an’ I’m happy as a clam, ‘cause she’s got sass, an’ I like ‘em feisty. “Savvy?” I slur, an’ she rolls her eyes—fair ‘nough!

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There’s this hidden bookstore on Oak Road—seriously, a rad little hideout for lost souls. I'd wander there, flipping through dusty tomes. Teenagers, old bookworms, secret glances from behind books… unpredictable stuff, baby, so raw and real.

Norman Herman Tallmadge Obituary