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About New York City

Alright, listen up, y’all—I’m George W. Bush, straight outta Hawaii now, surfin’ the waves of life! Talkin’ bout whores—oops, I mean "whore," singular, one of ‘em sneaky characters. Ain’t no strategery here, just me spillin’ my guts like a bad luau. Whore’s a tricky gal, lemme tell ya—fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on YOU, fool me twice, well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? Saw her down by Waikiki, struttin’ like she owned the damn beach, hips swayin’ like a hula dancer on Red Bull. Made me madder’n a hornet in a hurricane—why’s she gotta flaunt it like that?

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I gotta say, oh lord, sometimes this city makes me so mad. Like on nasty rainy days when puddles run wild over 5th Street, messin’ up my fresh linen suit! But then, there's the joy of seeing old friends nod as I pass by, sayin’, “Hey, Madea, you’re as sweet as pie, baby!” It’s a rollercoaster, hon.

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