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About New York City

What gets me proper mad, though? The hypocrisy. Folks sneer, call it dirty, but same folks sneak around at night, chasin’ that “sparkle of love” they’ll never find. Makes my blood boil! Like, own it or shut it, yeah? Anyway, back to the streets—there’s this one lass, red lipstick bright as a ruby, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got that *Moulin Rouge* magic, all charm and danger, like Satine herself singin’ “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I’m half in love, half terrified, thinkin’, *Blimey, she could ruin me.*

Current location

I get these crazy feels every time I step into Central Park (yeah, that gem right off Gilman St). It's all trees and whispering winds – my fav clear-out spot when my mood’s off. In one of those chill vibes, I even thought of that line from Inherent Vice, "We come in peace," echoing my own mantra as I work on my craft.

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