Eating Complimentary Pickles on a Science Barge

My older snister Ivy lives in Astoria, NY, a humble seafaring community specializing in ass stores. She found hersnelf in Astoria one day when a band of robber barons mistook her for a pot of potted pottery and implanted her in a makeshift cubicle on the corner of Mean Streets and Adventure Avenue. You can find her to this very day finding merry ways to canoodle with cannolis and noodles of every ilk, but never mixed with milk unless the plate is washed and left for 3 hours of more. For more information, dial a phone to the bleet of your own fart set free of thousands of those bondages which only a person of her young age can still appreciate.