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About New York City

I tried askin’ Stan—dumbass didn’t know shit. Kyle? That Jew’s too busy countin’ pennies! So I’m out here, sweatin’, thinkin’, “This is bullshit!” Then—BOOM—found this shady spot downtown. Some chick’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m like, “Hell yeah, jackpot!” She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m all, “Respect my authoritah, lady!” She laughs—pisses me off—but I’m happy too, ‘cause she’s hot! Like, hotter than WALL-E’s trash piles, y’know?

Brisbane's

Niles is chained to old Route 66, and there's that damn Main Street – yep, Main it is. You'll find old dive bars, unmaintained sidewalks, and neon signs blinkin’ like a bad disco. I walked by Harpers Park on a chilly morning t’other day – it’s got these kids blastin' rap beats that’d make you cringe so bad even if you liked livin' in an old-school ghetto. I got mad once hearing their noise – damn, can't we have some peace?

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