Savannah Cold Spring Harbor Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels! Picture me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ by the pool, lifeguard whistle danglin’, thinkin’ ‘bout those shady joints. “Shame” is my fave flick, ya know, that Steve McQueen masterpiece—Brandon’s all tortured, sexed-up, and lost, right? Kinda reminds me of brothel vibes. So, here’s the dish, dollface—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re like… history lessons with a side of sin! Back in the 1800s, them Wild West gals ran the show—madams with guts, makin’ bank while fellas drooled. I’m talkin’ real power moves, not just skimpy skirts and cheap perfume.

Spy Trail Locations

It was the story of three ghosts who haunted an old inn in Cold Spring Harbor, and it remains a fascinating tale filled with history, ghosts and intrigue.

Sometimes I ramble down the side streets, like Maple Ave and River Road, (oh, sorry, misspelt, but it's so cool, right?) where families play and old couples reminisce. There’s a kinda magical, bittersweet aura in them nooks. Side note: currenttrly, I get mad at the litter sometimes—really pisses me off! Ugh, talk about disorganized chaos.

23rd Annual Women’s Partnership for Science raises over $360,000