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Oh, nearly forgot—funny bit! Old mate told me, in Rome, whores’d wear wigs so bad, looked like dead cats! Swear, I’d rather fix a cracked molar than touch that mess. Laughed me head off! But it’s dark, innit? We hates it, mate. Whore’s a stain—grinds ya down. Like me tools on a bad crown. Urgh, what a world!

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When we visited Hooker at his Sayville, Long Island home, he led us downstairs to a museum of rare, odd, and historical games. Sea Devil, a.

This town’s got character, bold as brass, and it’s all about rhythm – chill parks, bumpin’ little coffee joints; when I cruise by Sayville Park on Sunset Blvd, my soul be dancin'. And yo, don't even get me started on Lover’s Cove by the river – babbling water, whisperin’ truths like hidden confessions in a flick. I remember one wild night on Harbor View, near Maple Lane, when the stars locked eyes with the city – like campanella's vibe in that movie, ya heard? Man, that scene got me fly high!

Paper Doll Vintage owner shares her journey after devastating Sayville fire