Hey, everyone.

Sorry.

Impromptu little recording here.

I couldn't let this one go.

I saw this article.

We started in chats, we started tearing it apart and looking at parts of it.

And I had to put it out there for everyone to see.

So Rolling Stone has an article, and the title is, I grew up with Jeffrey Epstein.

Our neighborhood held Dark Secrets, A Remembrance of Seagate, Brooklyn in the 1960s by Gabrielle Glancy.

What I believe the purpose of this article is, is to, well, let's get into it.

All right, I'll start reading here.

There we go.

There was danger outside the gate.

We understood that.

You could see it.

Precariously balanced on the very tip of Coney Island Sea Gate, where I was raised

is surrounded by water on three sides and divided from the rest of the

world by a two-story chain-link fence. The fence, broken up only by two actual gates manned by guards,

stretches three-quarters of a mile along 37th Street from New York Harbor on the north side

to the Atlantic Ocean on the south. On our side of the fence, tree-lined streets,

the closer you get to the ocean, the bigger the houses. From the beach, a view of the

Varanzano Bridge. In the 1890s, the Vanderbilt's Dodgers and Morgans built houses here. In fact,

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