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About New York City

Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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I know, I know, it sounds all deep and random. But dude, Bradley is a patchwork of moments – some wild, some soft, and all of ‘em real. And yeah, it’s not perfect – my favorite diner on Maple Ave has the worst coffee (ugh, seriously, realllly bad) and the bus on 7th Street can be late as heck. But each flaw just gives the city more character. Life ain’t scripted, man – it’s messy art.

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