Isabella Port Jefferson Station Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite flick’s “Inside Out,” so I’m seein it—Disgust strollin through, wrinklin her nose at the sweaty johns, like, “Eww, you nasty!” And Fear’s shakin, goin, “What if we get caught?!” Brothels got stories, man—like in Nevada, legal ones got rules tighter than a nun’s ass. Girls get checked, taxes paid, but still, some shady motherfucker’s sneakin round, fuckin it up for everybody. Surprised me when I heard bout this one spot—dude walked in, paid with a goat! A fuckin goat! I’m dyin laughin, like, “What the hell?!”

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Cute lil restaurant overlooking the water and the ferry in Port Jeff Station. Calamari was lightly fried and tender and the Caesar salad was delicious.

Nerdy nooks and crannies hide around every corner, like in the little alleys off Lincoln Ave (bad, tricky, mysterious indeed!). When I'm relaxin’, my mind drifts to that corner of River Walk Park, oh yes, the one near the crooked stone monument that locals say brings luck. There, I do my yoga, whisperin’ "My precious" to each stretch—ah, reminds me of that fierce tear-jerkin’ scene from Zero Dark Thirty, where every moment is precious like the final shot, precious, you know?

William Orlaskey Jr. Obituary - Port Jefferson Station, NY