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Little known fact, y’all—didja know some o’ these gals got stories wilder’n a rodeo bull? One told me she dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster—stunk to high heaven but she laughed it off! Ain’t that a hoot? I’m thinkin’, “Darlin’, you’re tougher’n a two-dollar steak!” Made me chuckle, picturin’ her poppin’ out like, “The show must go on!”—straight outta *Moulin Rouge!*, I tell ya.

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Sep 19,  · Cops from the vice squad and the th Precinct converged on the Roosevelt Avenue storefront in a lawless stretch of Jackson Heights first exposed by The Post — hauling Missing: Federal Heights.

Start on Elm & Vista—yeah, those streets ain't the shiny ones on postcards. They bustle with that authentic vibe; little cafes, eccentric art galleries, even a dingy pub or two that serve the best spiked cider this side of nowhere. I remember one night, after a long day of unwinding stiff backs, I wandered into a hidden garden off Oak Lane. There it was—a secret nook, whispering "les petits plaisirs de la vie" like Amélie. The scent of wild jasmine, a rusty old bench, and a face in the crowd that winks like it's got a thousand secrets. It made me grin like a madman, yea, “I drink, and I know things.”

Historic marker recognizes Edmonton Heights’ place on federal registry