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About New York City

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

Lawful and honest considerations

Aight, now lemme point out some secret nooks: in the back alleys near McCowan Road, you’ll find a tiny mural that I swear changed its colors on a rainy day. Crazy, right? And then there's Cachet Pub on Woodside Ave – epic chill-out zone. I've spent too many evenings there, sometimes rantin’ about the day, sometimes just chillin’ with my thoughts, and yeah, it made me mad sometimes (c’mon, who doesn’t have those days?!) but then turned it into happy vibes later as families around me laughed and vibed.

Lord Markham CBE Appointed President of the British Fluoridation Society