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About New York City

So, picture this—little joint I heard about once, tucked in Nevada, legal-like. Dusty road, neon sign flickerin, “Girls, Girls, Girls.” Guy runnin it, old timer, swore he saw Elvis there in ‘78. Swore it! Made me laugh, thinkin—Elvis, in a brothel? Maybe tradin sequins for somethin racier! Got me happy, imaginin that—ol’ King shakin hips for a diffrent crowd. But then—here’s the kicker—it’s not all laughs. Some gals there, they’re stuck, y’know? Trapped like that whale in the movie, “a shadow cast upon us.” Pissed me off, hearin that—folks takin advantage.

My night with a prosti-dude

Longtime south-enders have a handful of stories about the lone standing fireplace at the head of Eagle Harbor. The house that once belonged to the fireplace has transcended into Bainbridge .

Hope that helps you vibe with the city! Safe travels, and remember – let your heart wander like a lost line from your fave film lyric, "I wish I could stop time." Catch ya later!

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