Willow Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, modern brothel—Vegas, baby! Neon buzzin’, girls in fishnets, dudes droolin’. I’m sippin’ whiskey, watchin’—*“Mortals are predictable.”* Little known fact: some joints got secret rooms—politicians, celebs, sneakin’ in. Saw this senator once, mask on, whip in hand—hilarious! Made me happy—*“Hypocrisy’s my jam.”* But then—ugh, this sleazy bouncer—big gut, bigger ego—tries shakin’ me down. Me! Loki! I’m like, “Pal, I’d turn you into a toad, but you’re already slimy.” Pissed me off—hate wannabe tough guys.

Cold Spring Harbor, NY

This joint is said to be inhabited by three spirits. Evidently, it was used as a brothel back in the whaling days. There was a woman who worked.

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.

100 years of the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory Association