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About New York City

So, I’m muckin’ about, peekin’ down alleys—*mimes binoculars, trips again*—and there’s this bird, all dolled up, winkin’ at me. Heart’s goin’ *thump-thump*, like I’m Dae-su Oh countin’ days in that cell! “Whether it’s a grain or a rock,” mate, I’m thinkin’, “I’m takin’ a chance!” She’s proper fit, but—*leans in, whispers*—I’m skint! No dosh! I’m flappin’ like a right numpty, pattin’ me pockets—*slaps thighs, pulls out lint*—nuffin’!

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I gotta be real, not all days are roses here—Sometimes I get mad about potholes on Lincoln Ave (seriously, who fixes those?) or when a session goes sideways on Poplar Street. But then, in a heartbeat, the beauty of a random act of kindness in front of the Teaneck Public Library reminds me that the city is magic, unpredictable but tender, like life in Pan’s Labyrinth, where every choice echoes like a fairytale.

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