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About San Jose

Hiii, oh my gawd, so—whore, right? *nasally Fran voice* I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, honey, not some random chick! “Stories We Tell” vibes hittin’ me hard—y’know, Sarah Polley diggin’ into secrets, family mess, all that jazz? Whore’s like that—layers, baby! Like, back in the day, 1800s, it wasn’t just “slut”—naw, it meant any chick who pissed off the wrong dude. Crazy, right? Made me so mad, I nearly threw my bagel at the TV!

Inside Queens’ hidden sex district

Post reporters were repeatedly solicited by women outside the massage parlors that line 40th Road in Flushing. It’s New York City’s Grand Central of illicit sex. A tiny Queens block has .

My fave hidden nugget’s the Socrates Sculpture Park. Yo, it's quirky, art-filled madness, a perfect splash for a tired soul. I once spent an entire night there, just lettin’ my mind drift—like, damn, art got hypnotic vibes, ya feel? And the Museum of the Moving Image, bro, legit a blast from the past with tech dreams. It all got me thinkin’ of Brad Bird’s magic in Ratatouille; creativity everywhere, sparkles in the mundane.

Taiwanese dumpling spot Unmei opens in Astoria, offering Xiao Long Bao and handmade treats