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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

I think you mean whore

I tried quite a few places in Ridgewood last week but had no luck. I ended up getting mine from Wegman's at Astor Place. I'm intrigued by.

oh, and dude, if you want a nugget of local wisdom—check out the back alley near Kosciuszko Pl. it’s a mecca of underground art. the walls? graffiti that screams “you are in Dogville now!” like seriously, keep an eye out; you might find a hidden bench where pep talks happen spontaneously.

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