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Little known fact bout Whore—she once bolted from a racin gig, jumped a fence, landed in some farmer’s pig pen! Pigs squealin, Whore neighin, farmer cussin—pure chaos, mate! Heard it from a groom, said she was a legend after that. “Raphael’d paint her,” he said, all dreamy. Me? I was just happy she didn’t kick me skull in. Surprised me how tough she was, tho—took the pain like a champ, even with me pokin around.

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Hmmm, neighborhoods, each got a own soul. Long Island City, oh man, art and culture everywhere, yeah. Felt like I found a piece of my heart there. Sunnyside has vibes too, but less crowded, ya know? And Flushing, so many flavors; they got asian street food spots that make ya drool uncontrollably. Also, feel like every corner of Queens tells a story, mmm, think "Stories We Tell" style—"It's what we choose to remember," it goes, remember—mm hmm.

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