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About New York City

But real talk, sometimes it’s sad, ya know? She’s out there, and nobody’s got her back. Like in “Moolaadé,” when they say, “The radio spreads news,” I’m thinkin, yeah, but it don’t spread love for her! I’d toss her some charcoal to keep warm if I could—my little mitzvah! *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s a hoot, a hustler, a freakin legend—whores deserve a damn medal, not shade! Whaddya think, huh?

Chapter 14 - Astoria Greengrass

Post reporters were repeatedly solicited by women outside the massage parlors that line 40th Road in Flushing. It’s New York City’s Grand Central of illicit sex. A tiny Queens block has .

My fave hidden nugget’s the Socrates Sculpture Park. Yo, it's quirky, art-filled madness, a perfect splash for a tired soul. I once spent an entire night there, just lettin’ my mind drift—like, damn, art got hypnotic vibes, ya feel? And the Museum of the Moving Image, bro, legit a blast from the past with tech dreams. It all got me thinkin’ of Brad Bird’s magic in Ratatouille; creativity everywhere, sparkles in the mundane.

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