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About New York City

You ever notice the mirrors? Everywhere, man, reflectin your ugly mug while you’re at it—creepy as shit, like Boonmee seein his past selves fuckin. “Why do I see myself there?” I’m askin, starin at my scarface ass in the glass. Brothels ain’t just sex, they’re a damn trip—mindfuck central. I’d go back, tho, love the chaos, the stink, the hustle. Say hello to my little friend—this story’s my gun, blastin truth at ya!

3. The Grave in the Middle of the Road

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I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Cold Spring School Wins Statewide Competition