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About New York City

I’m chillin’, thinkin’ ‘bout Doc stumblin’ through his own mess. “Something’s happenin’ here, but it’s not exactly clear,” right? That’s me, squintin’ at some chick on the corner. She’s rockin’ fishnets, givin’ that look—boom, instant vibe check. I’m like, “Aight, she’s the one.” Happy as fuck, ‘cause I ain’t tryna waste time. But then—bam!—some dude rolls up, actin’ all possessive. Pissed me off, man! I’m thinkin’, “Chill, homie, this ain’t your turf war.”

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The locals? They're a quirky bunch. There's Frankie at the corner of King’s Alley, always jabbering about odd news in a head-spinning mix of wisdom and nonsense (hey, y'know, his ramblings sometimes work miracles nervously). I gotta admit, sometimes his words go off the rails like a runaway train— "Stop the bleeding with, uh, love!" or something like that. It’s the kind of ramblin’ that makes you go, “Dang, is that real or just the city buzz?” Totally makes my day.

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