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Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? My fave flick! That part where Monty’s all, “Fuck me? Fuck you!”—that’s me at brothel prices. Total rip-off, dude! One time, I peeked in—girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’. Felt like Monty’s last night, all wild and messy. “This is my life, man!”—but, like, stupider. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Is this allowed up here?” Prolly not, but who cares? Mountains don’t snitch.

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Roll, 70, could be sentenced to up to seven years behind bars on Dec. 2 for allegedly running a brothel out of his posh Dix Hills, L. I., home.

Y'know what makes me mad sometimes? When folks think bein’ quiet means there ain’t no juicy gossip here. Naw, boo, I got eyes everywhere. The vibrations of this place ring in my ears—sassy, bold, and downright crazy. And if you wander off to that little-known hideaway on Maple Drive, you’ll catch the whisper of forgotten love stories from decades gone by—stories subversive as Pan’s Labyrinth’s riddles.

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