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Lemme tell ya, she’s got guts. Ain’t no shy wallflower, nah, she’s yellin’ at johns, “Pay up, asshole!” Made me laugh, fuckin’ ballsy, right? But it pisses me off too—how’d she end up here? Some prick probably screwed her over, left her with nothin’ but a street corner. Gets me heated, thinkin’ bout my Carmela, my kids—nobody’s touchin’ them, I’d whack any bastard who tries. This girl, though, she’s alone, no crew, no protection. Surprised me, honestly, how she keeps goin’. Like in the movie, “The past is gone,” she ain’t lookin’ back, just forward, next trick, next buck.

In a Queens Court, Women in Prostitution Cases Are Seen as Victims

A year-old Kew Gardens attorney who operates his law office out of his house has been sentenced to two years in jail for engaging in sexual acts with two underage girls, according to .

Remember, in every corner, every little misshapen brick there is a story. Kew’s my canvas, my muse. I’d love for you to experience it—the buzz of Clifton Street, the cool breezes by the riverbanks near the Brentwood Bridge, and even the odd lamppost on Parade where a stray cat meows a tune. That’s Kew: a mix of nostalgic tidbits, warm souls, and mesmerizing chaos.

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