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About New York City

I’m pissed tho—some folks judge it hard, call it nasty. But, real talk, it’s been around forever—fact! Oldest gig in the book, they say, like ancient Rome had “lupanars,” wolf dens, how dope’s that? Wolves, man, prowlin for a good time! Makes me chuckle—humans ain’t changed much, huh? Still chasin tail, just fancier now.

They couldn’t take it with them, so they stayed behind instead at Glen Cove

Red Onion Brothel Museum and a toast to the goodtime girls of yesteryear. Your choice of Alaskan Amber beer or a delicious Gold Rush Margarita. 30 Minutes.

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

The Microprocessor inside you