Arrr! Greenpoint scallywags be fumin’, as a rogue weed den might plunder the grand ol’ bank’s treasure!
2024-10-04
Arrr, they be wantin' to turn the grand ol' bank in Greenpoint into a weed emporium! A scallywag crew from Bushwick be lookin' to hoist their jolly roger there, leavin' the townsfolk spittin' mad! A notice be hangin', lettin' all know of the green tides comin' ashore!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn from the shores of Greenpoint, where the scallywags be thinkin' of turnin' a grand ol' bank into a smoke-filled den of green delights! Aye, that once-mighty bastion of coin and gold, the Greenpoint Savings Bank, be eyein' a transformation into a pot shop, run by a crew known for pilferin’ the law in the neighboring Bushwick. Arrr, the locals be fumin' like a tempest at sea!Just last Friday, a notice appeared, stickin' out like a parrot on a pirate’s shoulder, warnin' the good folk that a 420-friendly establishment might be settin' anchor in their beloved neighborhood, a place that’s been as empty as a treasure chest after a raid for the past four years. Now, I be no enemy of the green herb—nay, I say let the sea of choices flow! But the townsfolk be feelin’ like a crew betrayed by their captain, wonderin’ if they’ll be swimmin' in clouds of smoke or just drownin’ in discontent.
So hoist the anchor and prepare for a raucous adventure, for this tale of the high seas of horticulture be just set to begin! Yarrr!