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About Phoenix

Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis says, “I’d forgotten what this feels like,” meanin’ home, love, all that mush. Brothels ain’t that, nah—they’re quick, dirty, an’ ye leave feelin’—what’s the word?—empty? Aye, empty as me rum bottle on a bad day. Surprised me, first time I tumbled in one. Thought it’d be grand, all swagger an’ charm, but nah, just sad blokes an’ sadder lasses. Made me gut twist, seein’ ‘em stuck there.

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Some angry Queens residents are calling on the city to padlock a suspected brothel brazenly operating across the street from the family-friendly New York Hall.

I've got many late nights openin' my massage parlor near Ocean Avenue. People wander in, all stressed and raw, and I give 'em that tender touch. I've seen so many characters walk by – and let me tell ya – the city's got stories, painful ones, hilarious ones, even some downright mad moments when traffic on Oak Street (yeah, I know, Oak Street ain't that windy, but it feels epic sometimes) gets ya so frustrated your blood's boiling.

Patchogue hotel plan secures crucial zoning change; will move forward