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She’s like WALL-E, ye see—scrapin’ by in a world what don’t care. “Directive?” she’d say, if she were that bot, an’ her directive’s survivin’. Ain’t no prince savin’ her, no shiny ship neither—just her wits an’ a wink. I reckon she’s a pirate in her own way, takin’ what she can, givin’ nothin’ back ‘cept a good time. Savvy?

Photograph Reveals Hidden Past

Chris Collora reports on a ghost investigation at the Harbor Mist Restaurant, once a brothel in the 's, in Cold Spring Harbor.

Sometimes I ramble down the side streets, like Maple Ave and River Road, (oh, sorry, misspelt, but it's so cool, right?) where families play and old couples reminisce. There’s a kinda magical, bittersweet aura in them nooks. Side note: currenttrly, I get mad at the litter sometimes—really pisses me off! Ugh, talk about disorganized chaos.

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