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About New York City

So I’m out, prowlin’, eyes sharp—my precious!—and there’s this spot, yeah? Down by the docks, all grimy, smells like fish and regret. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, sailors’d trade rum for a quick tumble right there—history’s filthy, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’m just another fool in the chain. Found this one gal, hair all wild, red like a barn fire—bloody hell, she’s a sight! “What’s yer price, love?” I says, all raspy, and she smirks, “More’n yer hammer’s worth, carpenter!” Cheeky! Got me laughin’, but I’m half mad too—don’t she know I’m a craftsman?

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Oh, I must mention the trendy but edgy part of town near Seventh Avenue. It’s like an improv jazz session; messy, brilliant, raw. I once got so mad ‘bout the traffic at 5th Street—totally cray! Like, I was all “This ain’t the golden era of our dreams, man!” then snap back to my inner Zen, comforting a distressed soul under a flickering street lamp.

High Point Completes Weekend at Two Local Meets