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Last week, I saw this dude—total sleaze—hagglin’ with a girl like she’s a market pig. Made me mad, ya know? I’m Loki—I don’t vibe with disrespect. Wanted to zap him into a toad, but I’m keepin’ it chill. Flipped her double the cash instead—felt good, heroic even, for a sec. Surprised me how much I cared. She smirked, called me “pretty boy”—ha! Me, pretty? I’m a goddamn trickster god! Still, kinda liked it—ego boost, ya feel?

This Corner at Ridgewood/Bushwick Border Has Been a Prostitution Hotbed for Three Decades

i love ridin' my bike by the riverside, near the brook that's kinda under the radar – damn, it’s a hidden gem! i swear, when i massaged a dude right by the water, i heard him say “everything is blowing into the wind, just as in Dogville!” Seriously, it's like the universe mixed with a massage oil explosion. i remember one day, i was tryin' to get a deep tissue roll on a client, and his muscles were like knots, and i thought, “hey, this is art, bitch!”

New Greek restaurant opens in Ridgewood and is a 'must-try'