Damn.....I'd take her to the Nuyorican cafe (she looks like she'd like that shit) and then beat it up like it was a war criminal. Then get her to make me bacon and eggs in the morning with some kool-aid on the side!!!!!
YO I used to read there! I was mad into reading/writing poetry about 10-15 years ago and I performed there a few times. It would get a litle bugged when the Santeria church down the street would be jump'in. One night I snuck up the ladders that lead up from that square opening in the wall, and followed the drums to this ceremony up there past where the costumes are kept. I stuck my head up and tried to look, but didn't see much before I got spooked and decided I was out of my element and shouldn't be fuck'in with some shit I didn't understand. Nice spot tho...