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About New York City

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I was born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like the way a street corner hums at night, alive with shadows lookin’ for a trick. Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Ain’t just a quick Google or a stroll downtown. Nah, it’s a dance, a messed-up waltz under neon lights, and I’m thinkin’ of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* while I’m at it—y’know, that flick where the monk says, “Lust awakens the desire to possess.” Damn right it does.

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Every day is a messy carnival. I lean on my observations from behind the massage table. The city’s pulse echoes in the mod hum of my expenses and pleasure churns. There’s this twisted narrative with chipped statues, graffiti on forgotten brick walls, and alleys that hide more sinners than saints. Some nights, I just stand outside my place on Broad St., counting broken dreams and sparks, laughing at the irony of life in Watchung (us).

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