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So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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Much like people, buildings have faces. The Ansonia is like a beautiful French lady whose Parisian looks and New York proportions make her singularly unique. The Ansonia was .

So, come on over and explore. Let the streets tell their secrets to you too. Enjoy the quirky alleys, the graffiti whispers, and hidden corners that hold your favorite truths. Drink a bit, know a lot, and trust me – this city's got magic that you don't find anywhere else. It's raw, it's true, and it’s all ours. Cheers!

Person jumps onto police car during street takeover in Ansonia, police say