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Thoughts in my head? Earth’s a zoo. Prostitues, kings, all the same. Chasin’ somethin’, losin’ more. Tabu’s got that line – “No drums, no dance.” Her life’s got no music. Pisses me off. Aliens’d fix this crap. Beam her up, give her stars. She’d rock a spaceship, swear it.

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A St. Cloud man has pleaded guilty to prostitution involving a year-old boy from Cold Spring.

So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory’s Ludmila Pollock lauded as fellow of AAAS