Nova Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️

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Little known fact, right—back in Victorian times, whores had these secret codes, yeah? Winks, fan signals, proper cloak-and-dagger stuff to dodge the coppers. Blew me mind when I read that! Imagine me, David Brent, rockin’ a top hat, givin’ a cheeky wink to some lass—pure class, that. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they’re outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man. But then, gets me ragin’ too—society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half them posh blokes were sneakin’ round the back door. Hypocrisy, mate, boils me blood!

Cold Spring Harbor Long Island

“She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

Cold Spring Harbor Hosts Second Annual "Remembrance Bowl"