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About New York City

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

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There's this crummy little street, Maple Ave, right? Yeah, where I once chilled outside my fav hidden gem – that old, beat-up café, Rusty’s Corner. Everywhere you look, there’s history and nature jamming together. The vibe on Riverside Dr. is wicked cool too, flowin’ by the big ol’ Muddy River (real name? Dunno! but it’s epic, like Spielberg’s future dreams in A.I. “I’m not afraid to die” vibes, yeah?).

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