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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

The Stag Convergence

Howard: Okay, just to set the record straight, I didn't hire the prostitute, she was a gift from him. Shame on you, Raj. That is not how we treat women in this country. Bernadette: Don't you try .

Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Howard (us)… this city, man, it's a wild mix. It's quirky, it's soulful, and, damn, it leaves a mark on ya. Walk down Main Street – it's buzzing, full of life and memories. I mean, there’s this old coffee shop on Elm. Coffee is life, right? It’s where I once sat and solved a crisis... yep, even a psychologist has his off days.

Food for the Culture: Anthony Anderson and Cedric the Entertainer Visit Howard to Launch their First AC Barbeque Food Truck