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Sarcasm, I got—payin’ for cuddles? Lame, it feels! But lonely, I get, so judge I won’t. Informative, this is—cash upfront, always, or screwed, you’ll be. X posts sayin’ “best spots downtown,” but sketchy, they are, trust me not. Web search? “Escorts near me”—bam, ads everywhere, headache it gives! Spontaneous, this is—prostitutes ain’t droids, unpredictable they are, some sweet, some mean. Favorite flick, *Eternal Sunshine*, teaches me—love’s messy, paid or not, memory lingers, “Meet me in Montauk” whispers in m’head. Hmmm, strange life, this is!

The Gilgo Beach Suspect May Have Hunted Them. Now They’re Key Witnesses.

Investigators are talking to women behind bars who worked as escorts and had encounters with the suspect, Rex Heuermann. They had been ignored for years.

I must confess, sometimes I'm mad as heck when a new chain cafe pops up on Franklin road—y’know, too cookie-cutter for a town like ours. I get all riled up thinking, “Where’s the soul?” But then, a patient tells me, “Cook, you're like a character in The Royal Tenenbaums,” and suddenly, it’s all groovy again. Life’s absurd sometimes, huh?

Plans dropped for Yaphank waste transfer station