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But—ugh—some punters there? Absolute wankers. Sweaty, loud, pawin’ at girls like they own ‘em. Pisses me off, mate. Wanna clock ‘em one, 007 style. “You’re a funny man, that’s why I’ll kill you last”—wish I could say that to ‘em. Girls tho? Tough as nails. One I met—called her Marge—had a laugh that’d melt steel. Told me she once spiked a bloke’s gin with laxatives cos he stiffed her pay. Laughed my arse off! Clever minx.

Inside Queens’ hidden sex district

Brothels and prostitution were prominent in this area for decades. Many of the houses of prostitution formed ethnic specializations that.

Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

Sewer pipe installed on Manhasset’s Plandome Road