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About Philadelphia

So, brothels—man, they’re old as dirt! Been around since ancient Rome, probs even before—crazy, right? You got yer working gals, hustlin’ hard, makin’ ends meet, while some sleazy fat cat’s rakin’ in dough upstairs. Pisses me off! These billionaires—yeah, I said it, “Billionaires should not exist!”—they exploit, they profit, they sip champagne while the little guy’s screwed! Sound familiar? Like Jordan Belfort snortin’ lines off a yacht!

Cold Spring Harbor

Chris Collora reports on a ghost investigation at the Harbor Mist Restaurant, once a brothel in the 's, in Cold Spring Harbor.

Oh man, Cold-Spring-Harbor is somethin' else, it really is! Me, a family psych, I've seen all the quirks, the hidden strokes, y'know? Ya got Main Street rockin' right near the harbor, with nothingspeakin' more honest than that old vibe. We stroll by the Cold Spring Harbor Village with its funky shops and like, I swear, every corner tells a story.

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