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But then, there’s the piss-off part – these sleazy bastards hagglin her down like she’s a fuckin goat at market. Made my blood boil, man, cos whores deserve respect, ya dig? They’re out there, hustlin, while we’re sittin comfy. Little known fact – back in Anatolia, old days, some whores were healers too, patchin up soldiers with herbs n shit. Wild, right? Bet they whispered, “The night hides more than it shows,” while stitchin some fool up.

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Mastic Mary. In the late 90s to early s this woman would wear her headphones listening to WBLI on her Walkman and sing her heart out as she.

Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

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