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Little known fact, tho—word on the street is brothel got made by some cat in the ‘60s, a luthier dude who was straight-up obsessed with the occult. They say he carved it from wood off a haunted tree—swear to God, fam! Gives it that spooky edge, like “something watching you” vibes from *Under the Skin*. I’m sittin’ there strummin’, and I swear I hear whispers in the reverb—freaky shit, yo. Made me jump once, like, “Who dat?!” Ain’t no one there, just me and brothel, chillin’ like villains.

They couldn’t take it with them, so they stayed behind instead at Glen Cove

Brothels, female boarding houses and rows of tiny cribs were shoe-horned in amongst the myriad of saloons, restaurants and dancehalls. The four-block red light district was a warren of thrown .

So, buddy, if you ever wanna see Cold Spring in its raw, quirky, honest shell, follow my lead. Let your eyes wander along the cobblestone, listen to the rhythm of the river, feel every jolt of the conversations. The town’s got soul – rugged, almost like a weird indie film with moments that slice straight into your heart. Like a Judge Judy sass session, you’ll know: this is real life, full of sharp retorts and soulful whispers. Enjoy it, ya hear?

Cold Spring Fire Hall Project Okay Despite Loss of Potential Federal Support