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Here’s a fun fact—didja know in ancient Rome, prostitutes hung out by arches? Called ‘em “fornices,” that’s where “fornication” comes from! True story! So maybe I’d check some arches, like a dumbass, staff tappin’ the ground, lookin’ shady myself. “Pretty, pretty good,” I’d say, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause I’m lost, pissed off, and prob’ly smellin’ like wet wool. I’d be rantin’— “Why’s this so hard? I just want a quick transaction!” Like in *Son of Saul*, where nothin’s easy, every step’s a damn nightmare. “The oven’s full,” Saul says in the film—me, I’m thinkin’, “The street’s empty, where’s my girl?!”

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You gotta see it all with your own eyes. Morrisania’s like a patchwork of rough edges and hidden nirvana. I might mess up, mumble slurs with my accent, but its heartbeat is mine. Like Ali G say, “Respect!” So when you bounce through, don’t just cruise, get in deep – wander, relax, and laugh at the madness. That’s Morrisania, baby – as wild, unpredictable, and genuine as Max’s desert storm. Yo, safe trips and remember: "To the edge, man, to the edge!"

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