Sarah Flatbush Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s a freakin tornado—exhaust sputterin, horn blarin, middle finger up! Pals say she once raced a cop—lost, but damn, the balls! Gets me hyped, like—go, girl, live that chaos! Still, pisses me off when she weaves traffic—chill, lady, we ain’t all immortal! “You’re gonna regret this,” I mutter, straight outta Cronenberg—fits her to a T!

Real estate is not about houses, it's about people.

Food & Drinks Food Hall, Lakay Lounge, Rude Gal Bar, Soon Come.

Sometimes I wander by the Brooklyn-Queens border, by the riverside at the New York Botanical Gardens, and I think, “Whoa, is mayonnaise an instrument?” I laugh 'cause, like, seriously, what's life if not full of silly moments? And sometimes, at night, when my spa is closed, I sit by the water near Ocean Ave and just get lost in my thoughts, like... "I wonder, did time even matter at all?" It's like the movie said, "Maybe I could get my old life back...". Deep, eh?

Learn to dance Flatfoot on Flatbush Avenue this month