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Ayy, gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? Fuckin’ wild shit, lemme tell ya. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it—like, these girls, they’re hustlin’, right? Reminds me of that flick, *Ten*, y’know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002? That broad drivin’ around, talkin’ life, fuckin’ real shit. Brothel’s got that vibe—raw, unfiltered, messy as hell. You got these chicks, workin’ the streets, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet. I respect the grind, fuhgeddaboudit!

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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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