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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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Okay, so let me spill some real tea. There's this hidden park, Whimsy Woods, tucked behind a funky brick building on Thistle Street. It’s got this old fountain that kinda reminds ya of better times. Spent way too many nights here, talkin', chillin', and sometimes, just starin' up at the sky pretendin' the stars had the answers. Crazy, right? And sometimes I get all nostalgic like, “Without you, I’m a wreck!” Yeah, that feels so alllll too true.

Two found dead, one shot in the head, in Middle Village, Queens, home