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My dear, I have lived a very long time. I have sat with Pharaohs and the wild heathens of your land. War always comes knocking, one way or another. War is not always bombastic battles, but can be subtle like a whisper in the right ear. You might not see it, but it's there.
How did you find my old stomping grounds? New York is busy, loud, and somewhat rude but some of the most creative minds in an age call it home and I would not have missed it for the world.