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About New York City

Yo, man, I’m spittin’ this raw, like I’m Kanye, brain wild, thoughts jumpin’ like a bull in the ring, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, aight? Picture me, stormin’ through the streets, vibes heavy, like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*, screamin’ “I’m an oilman!” but nah, I’m chasin’ somethin’ else, somethin’ darker, dirtier, real talk. I’m out here, city buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, heart racin’—where she at? I’m thinkin’, man, this ain’t just a transaction, it’s a whole damn saga, like Anderson’s flick, blood and greed, but it’s lust and cash instead. “I drink your milkshake!”—ha, I’m drinkin’ in the scene, the chaos, the thrill.

I gotta admit – sometimes I get mad at how pretentious some spots can be. Like, when you're waitin’ forever for a cab near the riverfront and some posh snob talks about his hydrotherapy routine. Pfft, give me a simple knead and a hot bath any day! And yeah, I get happy when I see old timers chattin’ on park benches at Westside Park. They’re the real deal – full of stories and scars.

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