Anna Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Girls there, proper fit, but tricky—dancin’, winkin’, an’ I’m all “ooh err!” Dropped me wallet, coins everywhere, rollin’ under the sofa—plop! One lass, she’s kind, helps me up, says “you’re a weird ‘un!” Happy as a pig in muck, me. But then—shock!—saw a rat skitter by, bold as brass! Bigger than me foot! Thought, “this ain’t no paradise, bruv!”

Ghosts from the Whaling Days

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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