Vanessa Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️

About New York City

Brother, lemme tell ya bout brothels! These joints, man, they’re wild, like steppin into some dusty saloon from “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” – my fave flick, ya know? Picture this: shady vibes, dim lights, girls struttin like they own the ring, and I’m thinkin, “Well, ain’t this a sight, brother!” Kinda reminds me of that line, “You ever count the bullets in your gun?” – sneaky, dangerous, ya never know what’s comin.

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There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

The curious immune cells caught between worlds