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Me, I’d prolly suck at workin there—too loud, too nosy! I’d be like, “Honey, tell me yer life story!”—ruinin the vibe, NEEEHEHEHE! But real talk, it’s fascinatin—people judgin it, but it’s just humans bein humans. Kinda sad, kinda hot, mostly messy. "What’s the value of a copy?"—movie makin me think deep, even bout brothels! Love that flick, love this chaos—whaddya think, huh?

Spy Trail Locations

Red Onion Brothel Museum and a toast to the goodtime girls of yesteryear. Your choice of Alaskan Amber beer or a delicious Gold Rush Margarita. 30 Minutes.

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

Newsday Athlete of the Week is Cold Spring Harbor's Maggie Spehr