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About New York City

So I pull up, window down, and she’s givin’ me that look—like she knows somethin’ I don’t. “What do you want?” she says, all sassy, like Anne in the movie askin’ Georges ‘bout his lies. I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, this feels like a setup.” But I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I don’t back down. “How much, sweetheart?” I say, smirkin’. She throws a number—high as hell! I’m pissed, like, “What, you think I’m some mook?” Bargained her down, ‘cause I ain’t no schmuck.

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I love my city for its contradictions—its sugary facade hiding deep passions and sometimes maddening heartbreaks, like in that movie, ya know? Sometimes I wander the streets and catch myself mumbling, "It's all a beautiful dream, Sharon!" yeah, even if it’s chaotic as hell. It's a mashup of joy and insanity. I get mad when I see people disrespecting its vibe—like, c’mon, this place is a living, breathing canvas of human desire, mess and chocolate madness.

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