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So, I’m thinkin’—*Before Sunset*, that flick I love, right? Jesse and Celine strollin’, talkin’ life, love, all that mushy crap. Imagine ‘em wanderin’ past a brothel instead—Jesse goin’, “Time is a lie,” while some dame in fishnets winks. Celine’d be all, “I’m still searching for something real,” and I’m like—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Brothels got truth, raw as fuck. Ain’t no fakery when coin hits the table.

Visit the ghosts that haunt a Cold Spring Harbor restaurant.

brothel, and an Indian burial ground. All three houses are cherished by their owners and add to the historic charm of Cold Spring Harbor.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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