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Back in Victorian times, right, they had these “fallen women” – prostitutes with TB, coughin’ up blood, still workin’. Grim as hell, but tough, tougher than my nan’s overcooked roast. Surprised me, that did, proper gobsmacked – respect, honestly. Happy? Nah, not quite, but I admire the hustle. “We’re all pretending,” movie says – ain’t that the truth? They fake it, we fake it, all a bleedin’ circus.

“Pop-up brothels are the biggest thing. There are very few massage parlours now.”

In , then New York City Mayor, Ed Koch, told the city-owned WNYC to broadcast the names of men patronizing prostitutes in a program called “.

Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

Manhasset students to perform ‘The Outsiders’ – LI Press