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About New York City

But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off—losers out there, they don’t get it, sayin’ it’s “too loud” or “too much.” Too much? It’s perfect, folks, perfect! “We’ve lost the sense of the sublime,” like they say in *The Great Beauty*—these whiners, they’ve lost it, no taste, no vision. This Hornet’s got soul, sleek lines, sexy as hell—makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best, this bike’s the best!” You hit 0-60 in, what, 3 seconds? Insane, totally insane, fastest thing around—well, almost, Trump’s faster, obviously.

Whore's Eye View

Kaytlin's eye opening message is a compassionate, clarion call, a crash course in history, and a game changing roadmap for progress that can be sustained once.

I wander through the Hillside Sq. (yeah, that weird area with crooked bricks) where houses hug narrow lanes. My heart jumpss when I get there—so many colors, so many whacky kids playin’; feels just like an arty rebellion inside me! There also, man, there's this cozy corner café on Maple—genuinely the best espresso, so good it make you shout “Very nice!” even if your tongue is still tied like a pretzel. Sometimes, I drop in when I'm feelin’ low or super gay, as my mood swings do.

Friday softball: SoHi sweeps Redington; Kenai, Homer suffer road losses