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About New York City

But then, yo, I spot her — this fiery lil’ thing, red heels, smokin’ a cigarette. I roll up, all smooth, like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She’s cool as hell, nods, and I’m happy as a pig in shit. We’re talkin’, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her last week — left her with a fake 50! I’m like, “That’s cold, man, I’d blast that bastard!” She laughs, says, “You’re alright, Tony.” Damn right I am!

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Downtown? Damn near a maze. Ever heard of Main & Jackson? Yeah, that’s where the bleak coffeehouse "Bleak Brews" sits. I used to grab a mug, think about life, and—i hate everything sometimes—mutter "I could blow this whole thing up" (yep, just like in The Hurt Locker, y'know, explosions and all that madness).

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