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Rarrgh! Once, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—legs for days, leanin on a lamppost. Reminded me of that SEAL team stealth—quiet, but deadly sexy. I was like, “Holy shit, she’s the target!” Heart poundin, palms sweaty, but damn, she quoted me triple! Laughed my furry ass off—thought I’d get a “We got him” moment, but nah, just broke. Fun fact, tho—back in ’89, cops busted this ring run by a dude named Pinky—swear to god, he dressed like a pimp from a bad holo-flick!

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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.

Jerome Barth Obituary - Dix Hills, NY