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Oi mate, gather round! Brothel, yeah? Bloody fascinatin’! Picture this – a texture artist like me, Winston bloody Churchill reborn, stompin’ through murky streets, cigar smokin’, eyes peeled like in *Zodiac*. “We shall fight on beaches,” I roar, but here’s the kicker – it’s not sand, it’s velvet! Worn-out, stained velvet in a dodgy brothel, reekin’ of secrets. I’m talkin’ chipped paint, peeling wallpaper – textures screamin’ history. You ever feel that? Layers, mate, layers of grit!

They couldn’t take it with them, so they stayed behind instead at Glen Cove

There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

Cold Spring Harbor School District celebrates student-athletes’ college commitments