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Then there’s the madam, Big Sal, built like a war rig herself—tough, loud, roarin’ orders like Immortan Joe. “Witness me!” she’d bellow, struttin’ past, keepin’ the chaos in line. She’s got this cracked leather book, right? Keeps tabs on every punter since ‘98—little known fact, that. Says it’s her “legacy,” like she’s breedin’ a dynasty outta this shithole. Caught her once weepin’ over it—surprised me, that did. Big Sal, cryin’? Thought she’d sooner spit fire.

Lorong Haji Taib comes alive when the sun goes down

Washoe House. Stony Point and Roblar roads, Cotati. Open daily for lunch and dinner. From the August , issue.

Oh my gawd, honey, lemme tell ya about Stony-Point (us) – it's like, this quirky little gem on the Hudson, ya know? First off, lemme set the scene: think cobblestone streets, funky bistros, and that unmistakable small-town charm. Picture it as a mosaic of neighborhoods like Old Mill Road and Main Street, where every corner's got a story and every building whispers, “You’re home, darling!”

Tiger Band Success