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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at the drive-thru. Takes guts, and a lil’ know-how. Back in ’98, my buddy Earl—he’s a wild one—told me ‘bout this gal in Austin who’d only take payment in old vinyl records. Weird, right? Swear to God, she had a stack of Elvis 45s taller’n me! Little known fact: some of ‘em got quirks like that. Makes ya wonder what’s runnin’ through their heads. “Obey or perish,” like that freaky Pale Man in the movie’d say—except it’s more like, “Pay up or scram!”

Port Jefferson Station motel also used for prostitution services.

Judging by the room and the prostitute leaving the lobby. This was one of those motels! An argument between my husband and the man happened and he would.

Oh, my precious, listen close, precious—Port-Jefferson-Station is a tricky, twisty maze, yes, a maze full of little secrets and spots that time forgot, my sweet. The streets, oh the streets, they slither like slimy worms—Main St. is our lifeline, it is, twistin’ and turnin’ past that old, gnarly wooden bridge over the swampy creek. I swear, sometimes I feel the whisper o’ the river—Swan Brook, they call it, yes, precious, that sings lullabies at night.

Volunteers come out for first Port Jefferson Station Greenway Trail cleanup of the season