Anna Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, brothels, huh? Wild shit, right? Been thinkin’ bout them lately, prolly ‘cause I rewatched *The Wolf of Wall Street* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s me when I’m deep in a convo about this shady world. Brothels ain’t just hookers and cash, nah, it’s a whole damn circus! Like, did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these joints called lupanars? Wolf dens, bro—fuckin’ wild! Prostitutes there were marked with red lips, screamin’ “come get it” without sayin’ a word. History’s freaky, man, gets me hyped!

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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.

Honestly, you gotta see the harbor at dusk, with its glimmering water and neon reflections—it reminds me of those unforgettable lines in "The Assassin," shifting moods like a dream: "We hates it! We loves it!" Trust me, it's sheer raw magic. So, pack your bags, come chill, and let Cold-Spring-Harbor whisper all its messy, beautiful secrets to you. Cheers, mate!

Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory celebrates the centennial anniversary of the CSHL Association Board