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Oy, listen up, ya! Me, Gru, da Auctioneer, talkin’ bout brothel—yep, dat spicy place! Lightbulb! Hit me like thunder, dese houses o’ fun, dey got history, ya know? Been round since forever—like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, stinky dens wit painted ladies! True story, dey found one in Pompeii, preserved, beds n’ all—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, dese old geezers knew how to party!

Visit the ghosts that haunt a Cold Spring Harbor restaurant.

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.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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