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But—hah!—there’s wild bits too. Ever hear ‘bout the “nunneries” in medieval times? Brothels masked as holy houses—nuns my arse! Priests sneakin’ in, skirts up, prayers down. Cracks me up, the hypocrisy of it all. “What’s this world come to?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that line. Surprised me first time I heard it, couldn’t stop laughin’. Still, brothels ain’t all grim. Some are posh—velvet curtains, wine flowin’, girls who’d charm a dragon. Went to one in Braavos once, felt like a king ‘til the bill hit. Nearly choked on me ale—worth it, tho.

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Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

North Hempstead hosts annual Christmas tree lighting on Dec. 6 in Manhasset