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“Okay so, so far, all we know is that the bar’s parent company is called, Diverso, established in 2017. Only five years back.” Emilia told Gab, as the two sat on the L shaped couch of her apartment, right in front of the draped large windows, that gave her a view of the distant Manhattan lights, up from the twelfth floor of her apartment in East Yonkers. The area was a bit far from her office but she didn’t mind, living away, in those quite steering streets, that made very little noise in the night and let Emilia live and work in peace. Something, she yearned for when she was living in Bay Ridge, sharing a hostel room, with five rooms and twelve residents on the same floor and one bathroom to share with, where every night one of the women who was a call girl, would bring at least three c