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About New York City

Gets me mad tho—pigs exploitin’ ‘em, takin’ cuts like they own the joint. “The town’s a livin’ lie,” I mutter, channelin’ *Dogville*—cuz it’s true! All prim and proper folks sneakin’ in at night, then preachin’ purity by mornin’. Hypocrites, man, they boil my blood. Happiest I ever was? This one time in Bangkok—place was a dive, stank o’ fish sauce and despair. But the madam? Total badass—ran it like a Sith Lord, no bullshit. Gave me a freebie cuz I fixed her busted door—score!

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Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Wayland (us)! It's a wild ride. So, first off, NO CAPES! I mean, c'mon, style matters, right? You stroll down Maple & Birch, and trust me, you feel the energy. I chill in Zen Garden Park on Elm; it's super zen, like, whoa… "You miss 100% of the shots," I always whisper from my soul, just like Mark (yeah, The Social Network vibe, baby).

Natick, Wayland and Milford all win sectional wrestling championships