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About Grodno

Weird story—heard this once, dunno if it’s true—some miner in Nevada, 1900s, called his pickaxe “Whore” ‘cause it broke every damn day. Laughed my ass off—sick burn, man. Anyway, whore’s messy, loud, quiet—kinda like me, huh? I am your father, after all—rulin’ the galaxy, minin’ for truth. Almodóvar’d get it—“Love’s a bitch, but it’s alive.” Whore’s alive too—ugly, beautiful, fucked-up alive.

Then, there's the funky neighborhood of Splinterridge – it's got neat murals and quirky cafes. What really gets me mad sometimes? People think they know this place, but they don't! I’ve counseled so many strong women in cramped rooms over at Mama's Corner on Seventh Ave; it's a hidden gem, rallying energy in every corner. Best advice? "Be strong. You're unstoppable!" Works like a charm – no joke.