Amelia Manhasset Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me? I’d walk in – struttin’. Christopher Walken style. Pause – mid-step. Eyeballin’ the room. “This place – stinks’a sin!” I’d say. Loud. Everyone stares. Good! Let ‘em. Once saw a brothel – New Orleans. Had a piano player – blind guy. Played jazz – didn’t care who’s screwin’ who. Made me happy – that music. Surprised me too. Talent in chaos – wild!

The history of brothels

According to ancient university lore, New York State law sees any sorority house with more than a certain number of female residents as a potential brothel.

Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

Manhasset rolls over Floral Park in county semis; Garden City next