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About New York City

I roll up on this shady corner—neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, and I’m sweatin’ like a hog in July. One gal, she’s got this vibe, real sassy, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got the *moolaadé* spirit!”—like she’s sayin’, “No blade’s touchin’ me, sugar!” I holler out, “Hey darlin’, what’s your deal?” She smirks, “Fifty bucks, cowboy, take it or scat.” I’m happy as a pig in mud—finally found one! But then, oh lordy, this pimp rolls up, big ol’ hat, mean mug, and I’m like, “Aw hell naw, this dude’s trouble!” Made me madder’n a wet hen—nobody messes with my night!

Mayonnaise and Prostitutes

Two things I didn't think would be so involved in my day, mayonnaise and prostitutes. Let's start with the first one.

Oh hey, so lemme tell ya bout Mayo (us)! I'm a fambly psychologist livin' here for years, and oh man, this town's got so many quirks! Picture this: narrow streeets like Maple St, all twisty and turny, leading to the big ol' Broadway thaat buzzes like mad. There's Lincoln Park – yeah, that one – where kids play while parents chat about life’s craziness. It's like, "One million dollars!" freakin' vibes all around!

Amarillo celebrates Cinco de Mayo with parade, festivities