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About New York City

I swagger into this dingy tavern, eyein’ the goods. One lass, she’s got a wink like she’s Zuckerberg codin’ a scam—sharp, quick, dangerous. “I’m CEO, bitch,” she might’a said if she knew the line, haha! Made me chuckle, that did—happy as a clam, I was. But then—THEN—some bilge rat tries chargin’ me double! Double! Fer a quick tumble! Got me blood boilin’, says I, “Mate, ye think I’m a codfish to fleece?” Nearly drew me sword, but rum said nay.

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A few days back, I was rockin’ out on Front Street. The local diner, Bobby’s, threw the best blueberry pancakes ever. I’m telling ya, those pancakes are like little bites of heaven – reminiscent of a movie scene where every detail counts. I got kinda mad when they ran out of syrup, seriously – can you imagine?! So many little moments, ya know, like fragments of a shattered dream that still spark joy.

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