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Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Hotels near Old Bethpage Village Restoration

The U.S. Open was held about a half-mile from my former home at the world-famous Bethpage Black Course, where afternoon rounds normally ran.

The vibe on Pine Street, near the old community center, is somethin’ else. You see, I often sit there, watchin’ kids play in the park. Crazy scene, really; folks talk, laugh, cry. It's raw, like in "No Country for Old Men" when that fatal calm hits – "call it, friend!"

Plainview-Old Bethpage students take home media awards