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Folks, lemme tell ya—brothel’s a wild place! Been around forever, y’know? Oldest job, they say—ha! Here’s the deal, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’—man, what a gig! Like in “The Secret in Their Eyes,” where justice sneaks up slow—brothels got secrets too. Back in Scranton, heard whispers—shady joint, hidden upstairs, nobody talked loud ‘bout it. Made me mad, y’know? Folks judgin’, but who’s hurtin’ here? Not my call—anyway, I ain’t no saint!

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The Harbor Mist Restaurant in Cold Spring Harbor once operated as a brothel when it first opened in the s. Stories say a local whaler came home to find his wife with a customer of his, and .

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

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