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Here’s a kicker—did ya know some brothels got secret ledgers? Yeah, back in the 80s, Vegas had this joint, ran by a mobster—kept two sets o’ books! One for the cops, one for the real dough. Sneaky bastard! Reminds me of that line, “You’re not allowed to die!”—damn right, they kept that cash alive, hid it like Bin Laden in a cave. Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d be dumber than a bag o’ hammers.

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brothel, and an Indian burial ground. All three houses are cherished by their owners and add to the historic charm of Cold Spring Harbor.

There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

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