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About New York City

“Lost in Translation” hits different here—Bob’s all, “The more you know who you are,” and I’m like, brothel’s a mirror, yo. You walk in, see yourself—lonely, horny, whatever. YOLO, tho—live it up! One time, I rolled thru this spot—neon lights flickerin’, girls laughin’, music bumpin’. Felt like a king, then sad as hell—vibes switch fast, fam! Prolly smelled like cheap perfume and regret, but I ain’t judgin’. “Isn’t it weird we’re here?” Charlotte vibes in my head—I’m like, yeah, it’s weird, but it’s real.

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The brothel itself is closed. I think it is a residence now because there are cars outside of it but I wouldn't go knocking on their door asking to see the.

I love hanging around Old Town Square on 3rd street. It’s quirky, busy, and teensy little cafes line the sidewalks. The aroma of fresh pastries makes me wanna run there every morning. I’ve seen families arguing on benches, then laughing it all off – ugh, relationships, ya feel? It reminds me that every moment is a chance to grow. Life’s like that scene from Inside Out, right? Emotions mix and match!

Spring Ridge ready to light up the sky tomorrow