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To: GST who wrote (129946)	4/24/2004 12:42:08 AM
From: Nadine Carroll	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 281500

For the 2nd time: Ok, what state does the land belong to? what state should get it back? simple question, right? Answer it.

To: GST who wrote (129946)	4/24/2004 4:03:17 AM
From: bela_ghoulashi	Respond to of 281500

EXPECT TO GET HOSED IF YOU PLAY WITH HO'S April 22, 2004 -- HAD she ever named names, multizillion-dollar divorce cases would have been filed on every continent except, perhaps, Antarctica. Her name was Xaviera Hollander, a Dutch national, and she will be forever known as the "Happy Hooker." Her playground and personal piggy bank was the United Nations, where she worked as a lusty secretary. At one stage, she bicycled around town on her lunch hour to service some of the United Nations' distinguished diplomats. I knew her very well. My ex, Yvonne, together with Robin Moore wrote the best-seller "The Happy Hooker," and Xaviera would sometimes say to me: "DARRRLING, some of those U.N. people are such pigs." She said this after opening the biggest whorehouse in New York on Third Avenue. She was amazed at the degree of crookedness of some of her clients at the giant house of ill repute on First Avenue. That's why I'm amazed that people are startled to learn that the United Nations is up to its armpits in a scam that gives new definition to the word pig. In early 1967, I was working for UPI and assigned to cover the United Nations. As a journalist, I died and went to heaven. Not only would I get big play in thousands of news outlets in the world, but: * There was a duty-free bar for booze, complete with a bookie, in the best gin mill in New York, the Assembly Lounge. * There was an incredibly cheap delegate's dining room with the best wine list that international con men could guzzle. * At Friday's cocktail hour, there were more available women than Porfirio Rubirosa could handle if he were taking Viagra like peanuts. Errant playboy sons of foreign millionaires, who did absolutely nothing for a living, would have an office, press credentials and free telex privileges for newspapers that had gone out of business years earlier. From crimes its diplomats have committed under immunity to the billions of dollars they dodge in traffic violations, the United Nations has arrogantly abused its host country. The biggest heist in history, and we're amazed? What naive children we are. nypost.com