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About New York City

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

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The streets—man, ol' Main Street buzzes with an energy like a beast runnin’ wild. Walk down Main St., you run past the red brick buildings that whisper low history and the kind of secrets only folks like me know. There’s McKinley Ave, where I always get a kick from the smiling bartender at Sal’s Dive Bar. Yeah, I’ve spilled a few tales there while kneading out the knots of a hard day’s work.

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