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Oh my stars, listen up! I’m freakin’ C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? My fave flick’s *Inglourious Basterds*, so buckle up, pal, this’ll get wild. Whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of gritty tales—kinda like Shosanna hidin’ in plain sight, y’know? “This is the face of revenge,” Tarantino’d say, but whores? They’re revenge *and* survival, rolled into one sassy package.

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I can get all sentimental, ya know? Flights, like, quick; emotions drop like confetti... That’s Fresh-Meadows for ya—wild, human, unpredictable. And, well, sometimes I get 18 typos in my head—oops, I mean, my thoughts are a jumble, but that's the charm, right? Ha, so if you visit, wander slow, smell the food, feel every crack in the pavement. It's raw, magical... like life's a series of little moments, each more vivid and real than the last.

String of burglaries cuts across Queens