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Oi, mateys! ‘Tis me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit fer ya, savvy? So I’m drivin’ me tractor—aye, a tractor, don’t laugh—through the dusty fields, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, ye know? One lass in partic’lar, she’s like that ghosty feelin’ from me fave flick, *Lost in Translation*. “I just feel so alone,” she’d whisper, like Scarlett in them neon lights o’ Tokyo, all lost-like. Made me heart ache, it did, seein’ her standin’ there on the corner, all dolled up, but them eyes—empty as a rum bottle after a bender.

Around the New York Region

Roll, who lives in an elegant area of Dix Hills, L.I., categorically denied police allegations that he solicited the women into prostitution.

I gotta say, the local diner on Main Street (yep, that humble spot that pops up at dawn with a hot cup of joe) is the best place to catch the news in a cup, baby! Me? I sip my coffee there, nodding along like I know every secret, almost like I’m takin’ notes for my next book on love and lust.

Malcolm Taylor Obituary - Dix Hills, NY