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So, check this—last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action, right? Not me personally, just sayin’—hypothetical Bart-style, ha! And there’s this chick, all “your mind is the scene of the crime,” winkin’ at me like she knows my secrets. I’m like, whoa, lady, chill! Made me happy, tho—kinda cool she’s playin’ mysterious. But then, ugh, this greasy dude rolls up, all “pay me first,” and I’m like, eat my shorts, creep! Pissed me off big time—hate middlemen, ya feel me?

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Downtown Syracuse is off da hook. Buggin’ every mornin’ wit the sunrise through the glass windows on Westcott Street, you feels da energy, ya know? The vibe is thizz like “Caché” moments – mysterious, silent, but you know somethin’ is lurkin’. Man, I always gets a chill when Passerby talks like "Do you feel it?" Reminds me of that film’s whispers, like, "The past is never dead," innit? I dunno, deep feelins n’ all dat.

CNY Central's Matt Mulcahy gets installed on the Syracuse Press Club Wall of Distinction