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About New York City

Ooh, personal quirk—sometimes I imagine Miss Piggy runnin’ one! She’d karate-chop rude johns, yellin’, “Hiiii-ya! Respect the ladies!” Ha! Exaggeratin’ a tad, but she’d be boss. Me? I’d be nervous—green lil’ me in a brothel? “Once upon a time,” I’d croak, then bolt! Too shy for that jazz.

Early life

Six colonists owned 40 acres, two owned 60 acres, and two operated on acres. Marks lived in the colony and purchased acres for his family's farm.

So, where do I begin? Oh man, there's this quirky little street called Sunnyvale Lane, always filled with laughter, chatter, and a random stray dog or two. I used to stroll there when my head felt heavy, thinking “Hello, disintegration” (yeah, Sofia would get it). Then there's Broadway Crescent – the heart of downtown – lit up at night like a neon carnival, buzzing with live music and street vendors. Sometimes, I’d sit at a little cafe, sip an Americano, and think, “You’ve got a lot to live, even if you live alone.”

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