Avery Cold Spring Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Walk in, it’s dark, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls linin up, smilin, but their eyes? Dead. Kinda like when Solomon says, “I survive!” – they’re hangin on, barely. Breaks my damn heart, bro. But then – get this – some of em are runnin the show! Pullin strings behind the scenes, makin bank. That’s the hustle, y’know? Surprised me, for real – thought they was all victims, but nope, some are straight-up bosses.

Ghosts from the Whaling Days

brothel, and an Indian burial ground. All three houses are cherished by their owners and add to the historic charm of Cold Spring Harbor.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Anne Churchland donates $50K prize to CSHL student