Zoey Maspeth Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

Spotted a piece of Queens Crap in your community?

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout Maspeth (us)! I’m practically in love with it, ya know? Picture this: tight little streets like 56th Street buzzing with life. And hey, there’s Maspeth Avenue wink where the vibe’s as spicy as a Tarantino script. It’s like, “Are you not entertained?!” every time I stroll down these sidewalks.

Queens Community Yoga officially opens its doors in Maspeth, hopes to create a ‘space for everyone’