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About New York City

I’d toss in humor, tho—can’t be all doom. Like, one chick’s all, “Ten bucks, big boy,” and you’re like, “For THAT?!” Sarcasm’s my jam. Maybe a mini-game where ya haggle—total chaos, I’d suck at it. Mmm… donuts, wish I could trade THOSE instead. Oh, and get this—there’s a real story from Amsterdam where a guy hired a prostitute just to talk bout his dog. Swear it’s true! I’d sneak that in, make players laugh or cry, whatever.

Some days, I wander down Kalaheo Road too. It’s offbeat, kinda random. I hit up a hole-in-the-wall diner there. Eats, beats, and poor coffee. Yeah, coffee sucks sometimes. But that’s the deal, bro. Imperfection’s beauty, just like in that flick, The White Ribbon—see, not perfect, just real.

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