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Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe. But it’s raw, real—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a sleazy gig. It’s human, messy, loud. Like *Moulin Rouge!*—tragic, bold, fuckin’ alive. You wanna try it? Keep yer eyes open, don’t be a dick, and maybe—growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—you’ll see the spark in the shadows too. “One day I’ll fly away,” she hums. Damn, that hit me hard.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

One charming picture-perfect hamlet on Long Island’s North Shore is Cold Spring Harbor––different from “Cold Spring” in the Hudson Valley. This easy day trip or afternoon Missing: prostitute.

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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