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About Las Palmas

Findin’ a prossie’s easy—lookin’ past the surface? That’s the trick. “How do you live empty?” I ask, quotin’ again. She shrugs—dunno, mate. Breaks my heart a bit. Sarcasm kicks in: “Well, love, least you ain’t in MI6—worse hours!” She laughs—score one for Bond.

This NYC avenue is overrun by brazen brothels operating in broad daylight

Julie Moya is running late again. A Manhattan madam, Julie was once a working girl herself, a sought-after escort who could command thousands of dollars for.

I work massage, ya know, and my fingers have witnessed the hidden stresses of this city. Folks come in, the tired ones, and while I ease their pain, I'm soaking up the vibe. Ever notice how the flow of traffic on Avenida del Río makes you think of life's little currents? That's real PMoya. The river, El Ruedo, winds past the old Mercado de la Esperanza. I sometimes wonder if its waters carry secrets.

Queens Councilmember Francisco Moya on the new soccer stadium