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Then. The flip side. Met this chick. Candy. Real name? Prolly Susan. She was happy. Owned it. “This is my empire!” she said. Strutting like Cobb. Confident. Made me smile. She’d hustle tips. With card tricks. Little known story! Used to be a magician’s assistant. Before the brothel gig. Surprised me. Big time.

They couldn’t take it with them, so they stayed behind instead at Glen Cove

Along with the photograph came stories of ghosts, a brothel, and an Indian burial ground. But the only tangible clues to the home's past.

There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

Women's health center focused on endometriosis opens at Cold Spring Harbor lab