Sarah Patchogue Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, ‘ere’s me, Mr. Bean, mumblin’ ‘bout - whore! Heh, wot a word, eh? Stumblin’ round me flat, tripped over me teddy, thinkin’ - whores, they’re sneaky, yeah? Like in me fave flick, “Caché” - all mysterious, hidin’ stuff. “Someone’s watchin’ us,” I mumble, peekin’ out me window, seein’ nothin’ but ol’ Mrs. Wicket yellin’ at cats. Whore’s like that - secrets, shadows, dodgy vibes.

Did you know we do catering?

Oh man, sometimes as I massage out knots, I reminisce about a phase, yo, I was bouncing between Patchogue's quirky little coffee shops, like at Haven Coffee – you know, the one with the bright neon sign that freaks out the locals with its retro vibe. I swear, it's like living in a Wes Anderson scene – symmetrical and offbeat.

Easter events coming to Patchogue