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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Filthy business, innit! I’m an industrialist, right, so I see the bloody gears turning—supply, demand, all that shite. Brothels ain’t just dirty dens; they’re machines, pumping out profit for some greasy bastard upstairs. Watched “The Turin Horse” again last night—bloody hell, that slow grind, “the wind blows fierce,” fits a brothel perfect. Dreary, repetitive, souls rotting in there. You ever think ‘bout the girls? Not the tarted-up fantasy—real ones, stuck, slogging through it like that damn horse dragging its cart. “Day after day, the same,” Tarr’d say—fuckin’ spot on!

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Dec 10,  · Three Long Island hookers were behind bars and five of their alleged johns were in the doghouse after cops raided a Huntington Village “massage parlor” that doubled as a .

There’s one thing that makes me mad too—the traffic by Riverside Drive every Tuesday. Seriously, WTF? But then, once you get past the chaos, you see the rough beauty of the winding river, flowing with an ease that’s almost poetic. Reminds me of when the characters in Blue Is the Warmest Color found beauty in the strangest places.

Huntington honors fallen firefighters during national memorial week