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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, shepherd of Middle-earth, and I’ve got thoughts on brothels—yes, brothels! You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture me, staff in hand, starin’ down a dingy street, red lights flickerin’ like Sauron’s eye. Brothels, man, they’re wild—old as dirt, too. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers—sacred sex workers, can ya believe it? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ gods were pimpin’. “Yi Yi” vibes hit me hard here—life’s messy, quiet chaos, y’know? Like that kid in the movie snappin’ pics of folks’ necks—brothels got secrets too, hidden in plain sight.

Cold Spring Harbor

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 .

Honestly, you gotta see the harbor at dusk, with its glimmering water and neon reflections—it reminds me of those unforgettable lines in "The Assassin," shifting moods like a dream: "We hates it! We loves it!" Trust me, it's sheer raw magic. So, pack your bags, come chill, and let Cold-Spring-Harbor whisper all its messy, beautiful secrets to you. Cheers, mate!

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