KO Catering and Pies

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The Haven

if only all of us were privy to a warm shell of seasoned meat

Local 188

we share many things (train rides, stained mugs, pickles, dreams) but brunch is sacred

Bintliff’s American Cafe

lust, feasting upon the morning after; pink flesh goads, succumbs, endures

Voula’s Offshore Cafe

the lingered beauty as you burst like a dying star, a crying child