Maeve Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I tink, what’s da draw? Lonely sods, mostly. In “Ten,” dat guy in da car, yappin’ bout love, but he’s just lost, needy. Brothel’s like dat – quick fix, no fuss, but empty after. Me, I’d rather steal moon dan waste time dere, ha! Once heard dis story – some fella in Amsterdam brothel, paid extra to just talk. Talk! Can ya believe? Girl was like, “You’re weird,” but took his cash. Made me happy, dat twist – not all meat market, some soul sneaks in.

Archive for the ‘Historic Houses’ Category

It was the story of three ghosts who haunted an old inn in Cold Spring Harbor, and it remains a fascinating tale filled with history, ghosts and intrigue.

Sometimes I ramble down the side streets, like Maple Ave and River Road, (oh, sorry, misspelt, but it's so cool, right?) where families play and old couples reminisce. There’s a kinda magical, bittersweet aura in them nooks. Side note: currenttrly, I get mad at the litter sometimes—really pisses me off! Ugh, talk about disorganized chaos.

23rd Annual Women’s Partnership for Science raises over $360,000