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About New York City

Love how they don’t flinch. Candy’d say, “Work’s work, darlin’.” Straight-up *White Material* energy—“I’m not leaving.” Makes me happy, that fire. They’re outlaws, rebels, fuckin’ poets in fishnets. Next time you pass one, think Darth Vader, bro—there’s a story there, dark and dope. *Heavy breathing* I am your father.

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Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

James R. Markey Obituary February 18, 2025