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About New York City

Oh, and the girls—some were badass, runnin’ the show, others trapped, broke my heart. One story—dunno if it’s true—some chick carved her name in a headboard. Still there, they say, like a ghost flexin’. Love that grit! No capes! No frills, just survival. Makes ya think—could I build somethin’ that lasts like that? Prolly not, I’d overthink it, ha!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Ive been here for years now. I picked up quirks along the way. I catch myself smiling at the flicker of neon lights on Elm St. Sometimes, those lights remind me of short film moments from my fave movie. Like, when the assassin stalks in silence. Wow, such slow, heavy beats.

Pretzel the dog escapes house fire with the help of Bothell firefighters