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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ these gals, callin’ ‘em trash. Who’s the real clown? The suits payin’ double for silence! Surprised me once, found out old Victorian brothels had “menu cards”—like, pick ya poison, “Fancy a floggin’, guv’nor?” HAHA! Total riot! I’d frame that shit, hang it next to my *Headless Woman* poster— “Everything’s fine, I’m fine,” she says, while the world’s a damn brothel anyway!

Hell's-Kitchen is a patchwork of characters. The locals got stories. I met a lady there who, trust me, had more spice than a hot pepper. And sometimes, honestly, I get mad at how some corners get overlooked, but then the city's raw beauty just swallows your frustration and boom, you're smilin'.

TWU degree dishes out success for alumna on Hell’s Kitchen