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About New York City

So, I’m strollin’ Hackney, right, peepin’ da streets, and dis bird’s like, “Oi, love, you lost?” I’m like, “Nah, fam, I’m huntin’!” She laughs, proper cackle, and I’m finkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ’Cos dese posh twats in Mayfair ain’t clockin’ me, but here? I’m da don, innit. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prostitutes had secret codes, like flowers in their hair, red for “I’m game,” white for “nah, mate.” Mad, right? History’s wild!

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This weekend we are going to get taters planted. Forecast is looking pretty good for it. We also are going to get our tomatoes and peppers started. Oh happy.

I live here. Straight up. On Mapleview St. near Crandall Park. Ugh, the streets are a patchwork, man. Mix of old brick trails and shiny new lanes. That river, Dagger Creek? It splits the city. Always reminds me of fate – running through your veins. Crazy.

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