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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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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.

Elizabeth Ciotti Obituary - Port Jefferson Station, NY