Anastasia Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sarcasm time: Oh, great, another “luxury” ride for the scrap heap! Totalled it in my mind ten times. Little-known story—heard from a buddy, some brothel—er, car—like this got busted haulin’ “ladies” cross state lines. Cops impounded it, engine still purrin’ like it didn’t care. Wild, right? Anyway, I patched it up—sorta. Runs like a drunk turtle now. “Live each day like it’s your last,” *Oldboy* says. This brothel’s livin’ alright—barely! Hi-ho, what a ride!

Visit the ghosts that haunt a Cold Spring Harbor restaurant.

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Oyster Bay Cove should welcome Cold Spring Harbor Lab fellows