Oh, I've known some good folks from Brooklyn. Heck, I married one of them and rescued her from that squalid hellhole and moved her to my squalid hellhole!
At least she was smart enough to leave when a goid guy came along, unless you drugged her and smuggled her out in a shipment of pink dildos.
Purple dildos.
But no, I smuggled those out totally separately, and just happened to meet her on the other side of the continent when she was a super hot bartender in the early 90s.
>Purple
Fence sitter.
Then that doesn't count because she already left the crap hole behind. Same with the PRs that I know.
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