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Now, *The Headless Woman*—dat vibe hits me. “I don’t remember anything,” she says. Maybe dat’s her, da prostitute, blankin’ out da pain. Life’s a mess, ja? Cars honkin’, johns yellin’, heels clickin’—chaos! I’d be like, “I’ll be back!”—helpin’ her out, pumpin’ her up. She’s no victim, nein—she’s a warrior, baby!

“Pop-up brothels are the biggest thing. There are very few massage parlours now.”

Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

Manhasset High School Symphonic Wind Ensemble to debut new composition born from unique collaboration