There’s arroz blanco cooking in one pot and red beans in another, traditional Dominican rum and wine being served in rustic glass among a bevy of women who grew up far, far away from any city of neon and chrome. Inside the prewar apartment there’s a musical number of clanking pans and plastic cups scrubbing under the rush of faucet water. “This is my happy place,” which is why Cardi B invites me to her grandmother’s home in Washington Heights and not her condo in Edgewater, New Jersey.
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