As soon as my feet touched the worn planks of the Coney Island boardwalk, I was swept into a world suspended in time. Beneath me, the wood creaked softly, infused with the sun, salt, and stories of countless summers past. A warm, golden glow blanketed Brooklyn’s legendary shoreline, transforming the scene into somethi…
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