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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

Police had received several community complaints about the spa, police say.

Dix-Hills ain't just streets and parks. It's got soul. The vibe out by the scenic stream on Country Road? It's like a lullaby from another life. And let me tell ya, I sometimes catch a whiff of that old-world magic—like a scene out of Pan’s Labyrinth: "The labyrinth is not a dungeon, but it may be a prison." But here, baby, it’s more like a puzzle of passion and hidden truths.

Police ID man accused of murdering father in Dix Hills