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About Chicago

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here thinkin bout brothels, honey, and lemme tell ya – shit’s wild! Like, I’m a bone cutter, I slice thru bullshit, and brothels? They got layers, boo! Watched *Zero Dark Thirty* last night – “You can’t run from this!” – and it hit me: brothels been around forever, hidin in plain sight. Ain’t no CIA huntin em down, tho, nah, they just chillin.

Visit the ghosts that haunt a Cold Spring Harbor restaurant.

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Recapping CSHL’s 88th Symposium