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About New York City

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Good news: practically nothing is stopping you from pursuing opportunities outside of a college, should you ultimately go to somewhere that isn't as prestigious. Just put in a little extra effort .

I stroll down ditty pathways near the waterfront, catchin’ the breeze off the East River. Yea, that’s right—the river whispers secrets like in Timbuktu: "Words are free, but feelings cost money!" It gets me every time. I'm talkin’ real raw feelings and vibes. In the park, there's this lush green spot called College Point Playground where couples cuddle. I’d say nature and human touch… so magical sometimes!

Bronny James’ stats in college: points, rebounds, assists, 3pt percentage...