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But then – get this – some history hits me. In old Venice, brothels were legit taxed! City made bank off ‘em – sneaky bastards. Kept ‘em near bridges, too, so sailors couldn’t miss ‘em. Smart, huh? Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be all hush-hush, but nah, they flaunted it. “The melody of the world,” like Béla Tarr’d say – chaos and order dancin’ sloppy together.

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

Red Onion Brothel Museum and a toast to the goodtime girls of yesteryear. Your choice of Alaskan Amber beer or a delicious Gold Rush Margarita. 30 Minutes.

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

Newsday Athlete of the Week is Cold Spring Harbor's Maggie Spehr