Rebecca Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️❤️

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Me mate, Sméagol, he says—brothel’s a treasure, shiny coins, warm flesh! But me other half, Gollum, screamin’—it’s a curse, precious, a trap! Makes me angry, it does—girls stuck there, no way out, like Monty facin’ jail. “What’s it worth, this life?” he says in the movie—same fer them brothel lasses. Pisses me off, them fat lords rakin’ cash while they rot!

Cold Spring Harbor

So many stories documenting that these were local woman who were working as prostitutes.. And the building was used as an Inn/Brothel at that.

Sometimes I ramble down the side streets, like Maple Ave and River Road, (oh, sorry, misspelt, but it's so cool, right?) where families play and old couples reminisce. There’s a kinda magical, bittersweet aura in them nooks. Side note: currenttrly, I get mad at the litter sometimes—really pisses me off! Ugh, talk about disorganized chaos.

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