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About New York City

But real talk, it’s risky biz. Cops swoop in sometimes, actin tough. Saw one nab a girl once – harsh, man. Made me growl low. “I’ve abandoned my child!” – nah, just kiddin, that’s Daniel again. Still, felt bad for her. Streets ain’t kind. Oh, and get this – some johns pay with fuckin potatoes! True story, swear it. Economy’s whack, so spuds’re gold. Hilarious, right?

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Man, oh man, the neighborhoods are something else. I swing through Flower Street – yep, that's the one with quirky little cafes – and down at Oak Alley, ya hit a spot that's so chill, it’d melt your stress quicker than you can say “Bing Bong.” I swear, every corner's a mini relaxation retreat. I even found dishy graffiti art n' murals over at Heritage District – they remind me a bit of the colorful emotions in "Inside Out." Feels like the town itself is singing "Yay, happiness" on every wall.

Garrett Talamantes