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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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After that, I decided to stroll down to Ube’s famous flower park. It’s on the outskirts, and let me tell ya, it’s gorgeous. The flowers were in full bloom, and I was just vibing. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell right into a patch of daisies. I was like, “Great, now I’m a flower child.” But honestly, it was kinda funny. I laughed it off, took a selfie, and posted it. #FlowerPower, am I right?

Quick Bites for Feb. 20: Mi Barrio tamale pop-up, ube cheesecake, Tang's Oriental opening at Dunwoody's Politan Row