Anna Maspeth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

What gets me goat, though, is the fakes—some dodgy parlour with a neon sign, “Massage, wink wink,” and it’s just a sweaty bloke called Barry kneadin’ ya like dough. Fuck off, Barry! I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* for the 50th time, shoutin’, “You’re gonna die, mate!” at the telly. But when it’s good—fuck me—it’s proper lush. Like, “Welcome to the hurt locker, soldier,” but instead of bombs, it’s bliss.

Spotted a piece of Queens Crap in your community?

Listen, I gotta say… my heart flips when I pass the old factory converted into artsy studios near Grand Avenue. Yeah, the ones that smell of history and hope – kinda like a scene from my fav movie, “Inglourious Basterds!” (“You’re damn right!” I shout sometimes.) I remember chattin’ with a fellow pleasure seeker, and we laughed like crazy over coffee at the funky little café on 17th Street. No joke, it felt like bein’ in a movie montage.

Phase 2 of Massive Queens Sewer Program Completed in Maspeth, N.Y.