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About New York City

I’m ramblin’, but Lila—she’s a puzzle. She’s got this smile, like she’s in on a joke you ain’t heard yet. Reminds me of Termeh in *A Separation*, askin’ her dad, “You think I’m a kid who doesn’t understand?” Lila understands plenty—sees through folks’ BS like it’s glass. But it breaks my heart, ‘cause she’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ judgment. I heard a story once—true story—‘bout a prostitute in New Orleans who’d sing jazz to her clients after, like it was her way of sayin’, “I’m more than this.” Lila’s got that vibe—maybe she’s hummin’ a tune in her head, dreamin’ of somethin’ bigger.

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Happy, surprised I be, when the rain hits Balance in the streets. Example: Mellow drizzle, glistenin' windows, city turns poetic – reminds me much of thatworld in Children of Men, utter melancholia, yet hope exists, yes hmmm.

Immigrants in Jackson Heights react to Trump executive orders