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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Rabbi Avraham Rabinowich, of the Bellmore Jewish Center, allegedly arranged appointments with prostitutes on the Sabbath shortly after services.

Oh man, Bellmore (us) is such a wild mix of charm, chaos, and, well, other stuff! Let me tell ya, it's like, you stroll down Main Street and—bam!—you're hit with this dingy mix of old brick storefronts and shiny new cafes that make you wonder what the hell happened to time. And LOL, how do I start? Back when I first moved here, I literally strolled past the vibrant mural on Atlantic Ave, and, I kid you not, it felt like a living, breathing piece of art.

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