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So, picture this—some chick, skirt hiked up, heels clickin’ like crazy. Reminds me of that scene, “Where’s the body?”—only it’s, “Where’s the cash, babe?” I swear, I saw this gal once, workin’ a corner near Queens. Total pro, battin’ lashes like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’. Made me laugh—then mad! ‘Cause, ugh, the nerve—guys honkin’, droolin’ like dogs. Grossed me out, but also—kinda impressed? She’s hustlin’, makin’ bank, no 9-to-5 crap!

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Sometimes I'd stroll down Main Street, slight drizzle slicking the pavement. I’d see an old man, leaning on his cane, reminiscin’ of days lost, saying, "I was a Tenenbaum once." Crazy? Sure—but his eyes said it all: it’s bittersweet. I got mad 'bout some bull, but then it got me thinking—life's messy like that, and in therapy, ya gotta see beauty in chaos.

Building super found dead, wrapped in trash bags under a bed in Kew Gardens: NYPD