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About New York City

Fave bit? When she winked, said, “Fancy a punt, guv?”—pure class. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d swear she glowed like a bleedin’ angel in that gaslight. Quirky thought in me noggin: could I love a lass like that, like in *Her*? “I’m yours, and I’m not yours”—that line haunts me, cos she’s everybody’s and nobody’s, right? Makes me happy, tho, seein’ ‘em defy the world. Angry too—why’s it gotta be so hard for ‘em? We shall fight, I tell ya, for their right to strut, to live! Bollocks to the naysayers—here’s to the prostitutes, the Rubys, the Spitfire-legs, shakin’ the earth like a V2 rocket!

‘A little China’

Some days I sit near the old Bridge on West Pine. It’s a crumblin’, rough corner, but it’s ours. People say it’s cursed. I defnitely think it’s faverite for its eerie honesty. City beats run deep here. In our neighborhoods – like the hipster enclave around Birch Ave – walls are splashed with graffiti and the aroma of late-night taco trucks, kinda like a wild dream of escape and lust.

‘Micro-living’: Why new apartments are shrinking in size across the Triangle