Stella Cold Spring Brothel ❤️

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Angry? Yeah, at the sanctimonious jerks judgin’ it. Happy? When I’d code a brawl—girls kickin’ ass, “You wanna know how I got these scars?” line droppin’. Badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe the stench—imagine sweat, cheap perfume, and despair, hittin’ ya like a truck. Personal quirk—I’d name a room “The Swanson Suite,” all wood, no frills, just business. Hate the frou-frou crap.

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

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

Authorities arrest man with felony warrant in Cold Spring