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About Phoenix

Happy? Nah, them girls’ eyes—empty. Surprised me, tho—secret tunnels! Some posh lord’s escape, ha! We swears! Brothel’s a circus—stinks o’ gin. Mate o’ mine, carpenter too, shagged there. Bragged—big head, tiny hammer! “Let me in,” he begged—film vibes again. Me? I’d rather carve stakes, not beds.

They couldn’t take it with them, so they stayed behind instead at Glen Cove

This joint is said to be inhabited by three spirits. Evidently, it was used as a brothel back in the whaling days. There was a woman who worked.

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory celebrates the centennial anniversary of the CSHL Association Board