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The story begins for Hell's Kitchen resident, Bernadette, a master angle, or master angel.

This woman's an eight-year resident of that neighborhood and a lunch date with a friend ended ugly

discard a see of an unhinged and uninvited guest, a bare-chested homeless man wearing a red,

white, and blue cowboy hat, a patriot, flew into a range when the restaurant manager told him

the bathroom was for customers only. Fuck you, he screamed before turning on Master Angel's

pal at a nearby table.

He goes crazy, she says, started yelling at us, gets in our faces, and then this guy,

the wind up the pitch, he spits into her food.

And this is only one of many, many bizarre, unprovoked incidents that are happening right now in Hell's Kitchen.

My guest today is a 40-year veteran of the NYPD, and very fortunate to have him here, Detective Pete Pinuccio.

How you doing, Pete?

Doing great, Pat. Doing great. How are you, sir?

I'm doing fine.

It's, you know, after you've spent 40 years doing that, you know, in the NYPD, which is like, there's not too many people who go beyond that, I would assume.

No, not anymore. You must have seen stuff like this many, many times.

Yeah, it was pretty constant. You know, just being a city resident, especially these days, it's a constant, I guess, onslaught.

Is that a good word?

I mean, I don't know, because everywhere we go.

And you know what?

Like where I live, I know the homeless guys that have been there for years.

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