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About New York City

Down by the docks, saw one once. Red lips, skirt so short—bloody hell! “What’s happening?” she says, like Lucrecia’s line. Confused, me head spins—prossie or ghost? Dunno! Made me giggle, sneaky lil’ secret. Not many know—some work fer smugglers! Aye, movin’ goods, not just hips, heh.

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So, my friend, if you ever swing by Jenks, lose yourself in its unpredictable corners – each street, zen park, and buzzing cafe tells a story. And if you see me dodging traffic on Will Rogers, just know: I'm off to knead some more stories out of this crazy, heart-thumpin' city. Catch ya later, and keep it real.

World Series champion Bobby Jenks, battling cancer, announces final autograph session