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About New York City

So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

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Oh! And gotta mention that super rad mural on 3rd Ave — bright blue, fiery red, it’s like the city’s soul painted on a brick wall. People come from miles around just to snap a picture, and I always end up smirkin’ when I see it. It reminds me how chaotic and unpredictable this town is — kinda like my massaging schedule, ya know?

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