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I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Mamaroneck is chill, but also mad alive. You got Mamaroneck Ave – the heartbeat of the city – where the local shops buzz like bees on a summer day. I love cruising past, windows down, feeling the vibes. There’s this little coffee spot on Main St. (yeah, right off the bustling avenue) that always has acoustics playing in the background – perfect place for a deep chat, ya know?

Tributes for Sal DeRose of Sal’s Pizza in Mamaroneck