Samantha Greenwich Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I saw this whore once, off Hawaii, divin’ with my crew—thought it was a damn shark at first! “What are you?!” I yelled in my head, like Fassbender in *Shame*, all confused and shit. Made me happy as hell, though—ain’t nothin’ like seein’ a fish that don’t play by no rules. But it pissed me off too—whore’s gettin’ overfished, motherfucker! Greedy-ass boats haulin’ ‘em in, and I’m like, “Leave my damn fish alone!” Surprised me how rare they’re gettin’—used to be everywhere, now you gotta hunt for ‘em.

6/268-270 Pacific Highway, GREENWICH

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I’m mad proud of the local scene. Sure, sometimes the traffic or noisy drunken night outs get my goat – lesions, I mean lesions of irritation – but every crooked alley and neon sign punctuates the soul of PGreenwich. It’s bittersweet, unpredictable, always quirky.

Bassist Ron Carter celebrates 88th birthday at Greenwich Village’s Blue Note Jazz Club