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Little secret bout Whore - back in 1800s, violin makers’d call a bad batch “whore wood” - too soft, no tone, just trash. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Kinda fits, coz Whore’s all show, no depth. I’d carve him a neck, but he’d snap it posin for the crowd. Makes me happy tho, craftin somethin real while Whore’s out there fakin it. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d beg, don’t let Whore near my shop - he’d hump the workbench!

Chapter 14 - Astoria Greengrass

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