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About Chicago

Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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Anyway, that's my slice of life in Mastic (us)! It's a madhouse of charm, quirks, and unexpected laughs. Just come prepared for the mix – every massage, every street, every misfit moment, is a story waiting to be told. D’oh! See ya soon, buddy!

Angels of Long Island closing group’s free general store in Mastic