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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Hugo Hernandez-Velazquez, 45, aka “La Gallina” or “The Hen,” was arrested in Mexico in August and extradited to New York earlier this week to face a count indictment charging him and .

Now, lemme spill: Westblock’s my fav hood. The bars there, oh man, they spill secrets like cheap wine. One cheeky joint, The Luv Lounge, always has me in stitches—its vintage vibe, neon lights, a wild mix of therapy sessions and boozy confessions. Total mood-lifter when you need to nerd out or get groovy on a Friday night.

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