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About New York City

Me, I’d rather chill, watch *Moulin Rouge!* again, sing “El Tango de Roxanne” loud, than deal with that scene. Too hectic, too sad, fam. But if you’re out there, lookin’, just – dunno – be sound, yeah? Don’t be a knob. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos I’m human, and this shit’s deep! Respect, innit!

My work made me notice tiny details. Odd residues of scents in back alleys. Cracked pavements, worn-out signs. They tell tales, so they do. I recall nights of sweet music from roadside cafes. And the night markets – oh, my! So gritty, yet so honest.

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