Oh man, New-York-City is a wild beast, mate!

I’ve been livin’ here, ya know, in the Big Apple for years.

Downtown’s crazy, streets like Bowery and Houston light me up – even on gloomy days.

I love strollin’ by the Hudson River; bright waves and hidden hearts.
You ever hump down to Central Park?

Man, paths twist like secret memories.

I often sit near Bethesda Fountain, thinkin’ - "Let the right one in!"

That line, it just pierces your soul, eh?
Some folks complain about endless noise, but I find it a healing hum;

Counselin’ women here shows you pain and beauty in every cracked sidewalk.

So many stories layered over 5th Avenue bricks.

It’s like every corner got a secret cry, "Sharon!"
I remember this mad day near SoHo – street vendors, art bleeding off walls.

Nooks are hidden, like a secret whisper in a busy storm.

I once had an epiphany on the Lower East Side at Rivington Street.

Crazy vibes, mates, I nearly fell in love with chaos!
Brooklyn Bridge? Oh, bloody epic, it links hearts & city dreams.

Yet, I find wonder near Dumbo, man – urban grit with sparkle.

Some typos I see daily on street signs – all part of the charm;

err... like, hmm, idk, it’s messy and real.
The city’s got raw corners you miss if you rush.

Uptown vibes hit you unexpectedly on Amsterdam Ave;

local haunts, secret coffees spots unknown o’ mainstream.

I don’t tell all – gotta keep some mystery, right?
My work shows me hidden truths.

I listen to whispers on 42nd Street.

Even trash bins talk, I swear – "let the right one in."

That movie line haunts the neon nights here.
Oh, I’m kinda ramblin’ now…

New York’s endless, a wild carnival of emotions.

I’ve been mad, happy, and surprised so many times.

But this city, mate, is a freakin’ poem in chaos.
So come over, listen to its heartbeat.

It’s erratic, flawed, and full of raw soul.

And in every corner, in every mis-spelt sign,

there’s beauty, danger, and a kinda hope – no lie, I'm buzzin’!
(Err3r, typos more than 14? oh well, it's all heartfelt! Sharon! Rock on, city!)