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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

Prostitution At Haverstraw Spa Runs Afoul Of The Law: Police

The neighborhoods here have some personality, too. Check out the South End – not fancy, but alive – full of street murals and tiny diners where the owner knows your name. And the North End's got that artsy flair. It’s like, one minute, ya’re on a chill stroll enjoyin' life, then it hits ya like a wrecking ball “Let me tell ya somethin’…” And I get super mad when tourists think they can rap on my door like it's Times Square. Jeez, man!

Affordable Housing Developer Scores $12.1 Million For Village of Haverstraw Project