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M!D JŪNE! 🏈
whole semiotics of cool that operates outside grammar outside pronouns just pure vibe transmission from (one block to the next.) +54 no explanation needed. *
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Channel name was changed to «أولاد نيويورك 🇺🇸»
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CŌNCRETE JÚNGL!ST. (Snaky bouncing off skyscraper.) Shards aint no map for this maze just raw uncut gridlock. 🇺🇸
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ㅤ DOGGEREL STRAIGHT خارج الأحياء?

SPITTING FRACTALS ON THE PAVEMENT FAM NO CAPP SWÆGGĒR NEW YÕRK. ✷
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ㅤ  ㅤ  BREATHES THROUGH
ㅤ   CRACKED VENTS (&.) FIRE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤESCAPE RATTLES


MAKING MECOLOGICALS OUTTA SIRENS AND SUBWAY. SCREECHES A WHOLE NEW ECOSYSTEM OF NOISE POLLUTION BLESSED WITH THAT MANIC 4AM ENERGY. 🔝🗯
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ㅤ THAT LOWKEY OF VEINS
ㅤ  PULSING
تحت / ASPHALT
ㅤ  SKIN CACOPHONY. 🔇🗑

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Side──Eye and shoulder check.
Moves too swift for pronouns just pure kinetic language flowing through bodega doorways and late night deli runs. ©

SO SMOOTH IT LOOPS BACK 
INTO SILENCE THEN BANG!
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THE HIT LIKE A SUDDEN SIDEWALK SERMON FROM DUDE MISMATCHED TIMBS. AIN’T EVEN WHISPERED THEY’RE SPRA PAINTED ON ROLL DOWN GATES WHOLE LEXICON.

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ㅤ   LAMBENT HALOS
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           .. BLEEDING  '   ໋
       ON WET▁STREET


Thunderstorm: that smelled like ozone ‘& ambition the (snaky roadway of alley) cats and shortcut kings. Threading through the metropolis without a single compass just instinct and that certain. *⃣

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certain
something that makes the whole scene feel like a curated chaos a vibe so thick it could be cut with a broken bottle and sold on canal street for a premium.

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Channel photo updated
Channel name was changed to «Dreams from passing planes the real slang. ليست هذه الكلمات؟ it’s the way a fitted cap sits low the way a jacket gets shrugged.»
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ㅤ   ⋆ (Satisfying Click.) ˳ &. /⛐

ㅤ Subway Car Symphonies Where Every
ㅤ | Carries a thousand unspoken stories
ㅤ | No point of view just the collective weight
ㅤ | Tired limbs and painted nails and gold
ㅤ | Chains swinging to the train’s own

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