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What pisses me off? Lazy devs slapping brothels in for edge points – ugh, grow up! Make it mean somethin’. I’d have secrets – hidden rooms, coded ledgers, real stakes. Surprised me how deep it gets – in 1800s Paris, brothels doubled as spy hubs. Spies in corsets? Yes, please! I’d sneak that in, easter egg style – “What if I missed this?” Jesse-style pondering, but with more glitter.

Visit the ghosts that haunt a Cold Spring Harbor restaurant.

The Harbor Mist Restaurant in Cold Spring Harbor once operated as a brothel when it first opened in the s. Stories say a local whaler came home to find his wife with a customer of his, and .

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.

Researchers at Long Island lab discover breakthrough that slows pancreatic cancer progression