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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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Mamaroneck is chill, but also mad alive. You got Mamaroneck Ave – the heartbeat of the city – where the local shops buzz like bees on a summer day. I love cruising past, windows down, feeling the vibes. There’s this little coffee spot on Main St. (yeah, right off the bustling avenue) that always has acoustics playing in the background – perfect place for a deep chat, ya know?

Tributes for Sal DeRose of Sal’s Pizza in Mamaroneck