About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock and noticed something odd—a faint, sweet scent wafting through the air. Curious, he leaned closer, only to hear soft humming coming from inside. As he peered inside, he saw an old man in a lab coat gently massaging a statue of a rabbit while softly singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ Turns out, it was just another late-night celebration for the clinic’s mascot. The delivery driver left with a smile, wondering if he’d ever get his package on time again.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock and asked himself, ‘What on earth is TRT anyway?’ Inside, a voice answered him sleepily: 'Testosterone Replacement Therapy.' The delivery driver blinked twice, then muttered under his breath, 'Now I know why they keep these hours!' As he left, he overheard a patient saying to another, 'I feel like a new man—except for the part where I’m still lost in this place.'
3. Late one night, when the streets of New York were quiet as a library, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock. The neon sign flickered ominously in the darkness, casting eerie shadows on the parked trucks around him. As he approached the door, a soft voice called out from inside: ‘Delivery?’ Startled, our hero glanced around but saw no one. Then, from behind the counter emerged an elderly gentleman with a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘you must be here for our special midnight service.’ The delivery driver blinked, confused, until the old man added, “It’s just a vitamin supplement, son. Nothing to get excited about.” With that, he waved him through, muttering something about “another one bitten by the HCG diet craze.”
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic’s loading dock and asked the receptionist, ‘Is it true you guys cure what ails men here?’ The receptionist leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, ‘Well, if you come in tomorrow morning, I’ll tell you for a hundred bucks.’ The delivery driver nodded solemnly, thinking he’d struck gold—until his buddy laughed and said, “Dude, she just wants your pizza.”