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Hey, so I’m Dexter—monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been thinkin bout prostitutes lately, ya know? Not judgin, just observin—like in *Yi Yi*, “We’re not bad people, just lost.” That line hits me hard. Saw this chick last week, workin the corner near the gas station. Leather skirt, heels clickin, smokin a cig like she owns the night. Prolly 2 a.m., streets dead quiet—kinda creepy, kinda cool.

One man from Manhasset among 104 arrested in "Flush The Johns" operation.

A false arrest for patronizing a prostitute wrecked the life of a Manhasset restaurateur whose wife divorced him after publicity about the "Flush the Johns".

Manhasset's got a quirky vibe. Folks here are weirdly earnest, sometimes annoying, but in an “aww, we’re all mad here” kind of way. Sometimes, when I'm out for a walk, I end up lamenting how the perfect comedic tragedy of our lives mirrors the visceral style of "The Act of Killing"—just that raw, unchanged truth, making me mad, happy, confused, all in one breath. And I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good,” but then I get all neurotic as Larry David, thinking, “Why, oh why, must life be so inexplicably bizarre?”

Manhasset heads to the polls in March 18 village elections