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About New York City

So I’m stewin’, right? Angry as hell—why’s this gotta be so complicated? Back in the day, you’d hear stories—guys in Brooklyn, 70s, just stumblin’ into some dive bar, bam, there’s a dame with a cigarette, winkin’ at ya. Now? Now it’s all encrypted chats and “discreet encounters”—what am I, a spy? I’m not cut out for this! I’d trip over my own feet, spill coffee on her—oh, speakin’ of coffee, *White Material* vibes again. “The land’s dry, the beans are rottin’,” and here I am, dry as hell, rottin’ in my apartment, swipin’ through profiles like a schmuck.

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Now, lemme spill: Westblock’s my fav hood. The bars there, oh man, they spill secrets like cheap wine. One cheeky joint, The Luv Lounge, always has me in stitches—its vintage vibe, neon lights, a wild mix of therapy sessions and boozy confessions. Total mood-lifter when you need to nerd out or get groovy on a Friday night.

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