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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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Room had roaches, need I say anymore! Staff was always watching out. This place is full of addicts and prostitutes. Shady people all over the place.

The neighborhoods are eclectic as heck. West Smithtown oozes suburban chic with a sprinkle of mystery. Folks outside might say it's boring, but they don’t know the whispered legacies in every creaky porch. Sometimes, after a long day of kneading knots away, I stroll down to the river. The Nissequogue River, ever so meandering, carries secrets like soft murmurs on the breeze.

Paul Damato and John Zollo: Candidates for Smithtown’s 4th District Court Judge