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Me, I’d tip my hat to ‘em. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, like Zero in the film—no past, no future, just now. “If this is the end, I’m not going quietly!”—that’s their vibe. Ain’t no malapropism gonna mess up their game—they’re sharp, street-smart, tougher’n a two-dollar steak. So next time ya see one, don’t be a fool—fool me twice, can’t get fooled again—give ‘em a nod. They’re the real deal in a fake-ass world.

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

One Saturday last May, an elderly man stood on the sidewalk outside a Maspeth Federal Savings Bank branch on a quiet block in Fresh Meadows, Queens, when a stranger walked up to him .

Now, miss, lemme throw in some grizzled humor: Fasho, I used to sit at a greasy diner right near Sunrise Blvd—can't recall exact addr, but! The place had that charm, kinda like "this is not a funeral, it's a celebration." While serving coffee, my head spun with psych insights. A kid crying about his broken toy told me, "You gott make it work, uh, like Royal Tenenbaums!" I nearly busted a laugh, man!

Queens lawmakers call on city to terminate contract housing Rikers detainees at Fresh Meadows hotel