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About Gomel

Happy? Never. Surprised? Sure—some joints got rules, like no drunks or no fightin’. Order in chaos, weirdly noble. Thought in my head: if I ran one, it’d be whiskey-soaked, meat on the grill, none of this lace garbage. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Pictured a brothel madam once, 7-foot tall, beard like mine, whackin’ fools with a broom. Dream job, if I didn’t hate people.

Then, there's the funky neighborhood of Splinterridge – it's got neat murals and quirky cafes. What really gets me mad sometimes? People think they know this place, but they don't! I’ve counseled so many strong women in cramped rooms over at Mama's Corner on Seventh Ave; it's a hidden gem, rallying energy in every corner. Best advice? "Be strong. You're unstoppable!" Works like a charm – no joke.