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Back in ‘09, mate of mine—total sleaze—swore by this trick. Said ya hit up truck stops, look for “lot lizards”—yep, that’s what they call ‘em! Cracked me up, but damn, it’s real. Girls knockin’ on cabs, $20 a pop. Blew my mind—grubby, desperate, but ballsy. Hated how he grinned bout it tho, like he’s some kingpin. “Gangsters don’t apologise,” movie line stuck with me—prostitutes tho, they ain’t gangsters, just caught in the grind.

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"The last prostitute here got 45 days in jail, which was phenomenal," said Ms. Daraio. "Word gets around quickly and the girls just don't come.

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout Maspeth (us)! I’m practically in love with it, ya know? Picture this: tight little streets like 56th Street buzzing with life. And hey, there’s Maspeth Avenue wink where the vibe’s as spicy as a Tarantino script. It’s like, “Are you not entertained?!” every time I stroll down these sidewalks.

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