Brooklyn Isle Of Normandy Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

When the Normans give us their little secrets...

Vel sic: A Dieu vous comande. At first glance this passage offers no difficulty of interpretation. The obvious meaning of pute veille is "old whore." Holmes.

I can’t forget a hidden nook, either – Langley Alley. Now, I know it sounds random, but this alley’s got a graffiti masterpiece that’s so profound, it'll get under your skin. Got me thinkin’ about fate and – well, how this city makes you rethink stuff. It kinda reminds me how Larry Gopnik would be facin’ life’s absurdities.

Island played its part in the Normandy landings