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Exaggeratin’ for fun? Sure—once thought I saw a pimp with a freakin’ parrot. Swear to God, squawkin’ orders! Total pirate vibes, cracked me up. But real talk—findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ for gold in a shitstorm. You gotta own it, feel it, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! It’s raw, it’s human, it’s messy as hell—like Ida’s black-and-white world, but with neon lights and bad decisions. What ya think, buddy? Ready to dive in?

“Pop-up brothels are the biggest thing. There are very few massage parlours now.”

Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

Manhasset Booster Club and Culper’s Online Auctions join forces to launch first Manhasset Native Americans auction