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So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

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The following is an excerpt of Esther Amini's memoir, Concealed. It was originally published under the title “Risky Move” as the book's 28th chapter.

OMG, lemme tell ya 'bout Morningside-Heights – it's like, these streets are talkin’ to ya, y'know? So, I'm a fam psych here and, like, every little corner has its story. Like, 116th Street? Yeah, that’s where folks just vibe. And Broadway – oh wow, Broadway is always buzzin', a mix of cultures, feelings, and, like, history vibes that get to your soul.

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