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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

I paid a prostitute in Hanoi

Honestly, Islip ain't your typical postcard town. It's got grit, charm, and a pinch of mad, maddening humor. It's like every street sign on Harmony Road tells a story, and every cracked sidewalk in Hideaway Park is a memoir in progress. I love it for its randomness and the soul it carries. So pack your bags, bring your chill vibes, and get ready for an adventure that’s as unpredictable and fresh as a remix of your favorite old song. Trust me, you'll be telling your own epic tales soon enough!

Mister Softee is parking permanently at former Pam’s spot in E. Islip