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I seen one once—dingy lil spot, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, Clarice… all them suits actin’ like kings, tossin’ coins at queens who ain’t got no throne. But damn, the girls? Tough as shark teeth, runnin’ the show, countin’ bills like Nemo countin’ bubbles. “I’m gonna get outta this reef,” one told me—swear she winked too. Got me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d outsmart Bruce the shark any day.

Ghosts from the Whaling Days

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I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

New endometriosis research center announced on Long Island