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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

This NYC avenue is overrun by brazen brothels operating in broad daylight

There’s Patchogue Theatre, a cool old joint where locals catch indie flicks, and the community gathers around like bees buzzing on sweet nectar. I sometimes think about how freakin' surreal life is, much like Margot Tenenbaum sippin’ her scotch in a dim-lit room, all mysterious and sharp.

Game over? Pinball Long Island closes in downtown Patchogue