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Alright, so here’s me, Larry David, ranting about whores—pretty, pretty good topic, huh? I mean, where do I start with this? Whores! They’re everywhere, always have been—like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” that slow-burn masterpiece I’m obsessed with. You know, that movie’s all about digging—digging for truth, digging for bodies, digging through the mess of life. Whores fit right in there! Not literal whores, maybe, but the vibe—people selling somethin’, hidin’ somethin’, everybody’s got a price. I love that flick—2011, Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius! Anyway, whores—let’s get to it.

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Ancient now as only a deity can be, Mahathallah turns her vision to the service of Hell, a maiden no longer, but the Dowager of Illusions. The Dowager of Illusions numbers among the nobility .

Hmmm, neighborhoods, each got a own soul. Long Island City, oh man, art and culture everywhere, yeah. Felt like I found a piece of my heart there. Sunnyside has vibes too, but less crowded, ya know? And Flushing, so many flavors; they got asian street food spots that make ya drool uncontrollably. Also, feel like every corner of Queens tells a story, mmm, think "Stories We Tell" style—"It's what we choose to remember," it goes, remember—mm hmm.

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