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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

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Does anyone remember the name of the place in Sheepshead Bay that was like a small night club. In the ’s until maybe the ’s. I think It was one word. I saw David Brenner there Missing: prostitute.

Now, let me tell ya my fav park: it's Fort Hamilton Park, right at the edge. The water, the vibe—it’s everything. I chill, I relax, and I feel the best calm vibes ever—tremendous, really exquisite. People say, "Donald, this is where you find yourself," and he's right. Look, I walk along East 27th Street sometimes—oh man, the locals admire the hustle, the history, like scenes from a movie, y'know? But, everytime I drop by Meeker Avenue (yeah I know, sounds weird) I get the best energy ever—like a winning streak!

FDNY: Overcharged lithium-ion battery explodes, home catches fire in Sheepshead Bay