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About New York City

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

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Start with the streets, ya know? There's good ol' Lynch Road, where I always cruise by on my bike, thinkin’ about code and love and that wild vibe. Then you got Affton Town Center – not as huge as some malls, but hey, it's got soul. I always bump into random folks who turn my day around. And, dude, there’s a chill park near Easton Road. Its benches and shady spots feel like a little clean break from everyday noise. If you ever wander there, you might even see a stray dog or two – all doin’ its thing, no judgment.

Six mausoleum doors stolen from cemetery in Affton