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Oi, you donkey! Brothel, yeah? Not that kinda brothel, you twat! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the stock—Brothel Corp or whatever shit ticker it’s got! Financial analyst mode, on—let’s rip this apart! Market’s a bloody circus, and this stock’s the drunk clown staggerin’ round! Look at it—up 20% last quarter, then bam, tits up! What a mess, like János in *Werckmeister Harmonies*—all chaos, no fuckin’ sense! “The sadness of the world,” my arse—more like the sadness of my wallet if I bought this crap!

They couldn’t take it with them, so they stayed behind instead at Glen Cove

Mar 22,  · When new owners moved into the house at 63 Turkey Lane in Cold Spring Harbor, they were given a century old photograph showing the house as a hotel, an intriguing clue to .

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

‘Her dream continues’