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About New York City

I saunter up, all smooth-like, sayin, “Evenin, darlin, got a tune for me?” She smirks, “50 bucks, I’ll sing ya somethin.” Bargain, right? Hannibal’s thinkin, *this one’s got guts* – maybe literally, heh. Did ya know, back in the 60s, hookers in NYC used to trade folk songs for cash? True story, mate, weird as hell. Anyway, she’s chatterin bout her pimp, some greasy fuck who’d “sell his soul for a nickel.” I’m laughin, thinkin, *I’d carve him up with a nice Chianti.*

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I been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya – Bow-Bog is home. Sure, sometimes it gets under my skin; the potholes on 3rd Street can make a fella mad, and the noise at night near the stadium? Lordy, it's a clamor. But ya know what? It's part of the charm. Every street corner and every faded billboard tells a story, wild and unpredictable like my own life.

I've No Hand In Dr Asiama's Resignation--BoG Governor