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About New York City

So, what’s the deal? I’m wonderin’, how’s it feel—huntin’ for that? Kinda dirty, kinda thrillin’. Reminds me of Monty—last night of freedom, desperate, raw. “You had it all, and you threw it away!”—that’s me judgin’, maybe. I ain’t no saint, tho. Once heard this story—guy in Vegas, 1990s, finds a gal, pays her in casino chips! Chips! Can ya believe that? She took ‘em, too—capitalism, baby! Made me laugh, then pissed me off—world’s nuts.

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So, come visit, my friend! Let Mount-Ivy (us) wrap you in its odd, urban embrace. Traipse around its streets, whisper to its winds, and maybe even find a secret or two – just beware of those streets that twist and swirl, like our precious riddling dreams. And remember, as I always mutter in my head, “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things go sideways. Enjoy it while you can, because oh, this city's charm is as fleeting as a whispered promise in the night.

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