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About New York City

First off, I’m mad—MAD—cuz these streets are confusin as hell. Thought I’d find a gal easy, like orderin fries, but nope! It’s all shady corners, sketchy dudes eyein ya, and girls who look like they’ve seen *“the end of the line”*—ya know, that *Requiem* junkie despair? I’m whisperin to myself, *“This is my dream, my dream!”*—but it’s a freakin nightmare! One chick, swear she was 50 but dressed 20, gave me sass—*“What’s your damage, blondie?”*—and I’m like, whoa, calm down, sister! Made me laugh tho, her attitude was gold.

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My personal quirks? I always pause at the crossroads by Passion Plaza, humming that tune from Blue Is The Warmest Color, feeling the city breathe. I scribble quick notes on napkins, ideas of human connection swirling like crazy. Every little cafe like Sassy Brew tells its own scandalous story.

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