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Reasons Why New York City is Better Than San Francisco

Not that long ago, I wrote a post […]

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BA of the Week: Burrito Loving Charles Hufnagel

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human

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Hapa SF: Mobile Filipino…

Hapa SF, tucked all the way in the back of the Eat Real festival, had $5 burritos. Well, they had $5 half-burritos available. They also had a small

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Embarrassing Things That Psychics Have Told Me

When you’re trying to figure your life out and workin’ hard and struggling to Rise to the Top and all of that good stuff, things

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In Search of a Sugar Daddy

Listen, I’m a simple girl with simple needs.  As long as I can scour my local Salvation Army for ill-fitting ethnic print dresses and eat

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Poor Advice with Broke-Ass Stuart #1: The Answers to All Your Questions

The look that says, "Oh god, did I just flash my boobs on youtube?!?" I'm not even drunk. Picture by Nikki Ishmael

So I finally got my

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Getting Stood Up at a Taco Truck

In honor of the upcoming Valentine’s Day, let’s talk about love. The happiness, the longing gazes, the tender moments shared. And sometimes: the

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How to Get Over Your Seasonal Affective Disorder and Pretend Like It’s Always Summer

I know that NYC hasn’t been disgustingly cold this season, but someone’s still got the wintertime blues (that "someone" is me). This time of year,

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Being a Broke-Ass is Like Being on a Mid-90s Soap Opera

Legendary fashion editor Diana Vreeland once said, “We all need a splash of bad taste; no taste is what I’m against.” I wholeheartedly agree with

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Discussing Your Broke-Ass Lifestyle Without Scaring Your Family

Recently, I gave my grandma a jingle to thank her for the desperately-needed cash that she sent to me for my birthday. Little did I