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Hi-ho, lemme tell ya, it’s a trip! Girls there, tough as nails, but soft too—kinda like Kee in the flick, y’know, “she’s got a bun in the oven!” One gal, Maria, told me this story—swear it’s true—‘bout a sailor who paid in gold teeth! Pulled ‘em right outta his mouth, plop, on the table! Made me laugh ‘til I croaked. Little known fact: them old-time brothels doubled as spy dens—Napoleon’s boys got secrets there, no kiddin’!

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It was the story of three ghosts who haunted an old inn in Cold Spring Harbor, and it remains a fascinating tale filled with history, ghosts and intrigue.

Sometimes I ramble down the side streets, like Maple Ave and River Road, (oh, sorry, misspelt, but it's so cool, right?) where families play and old couples reminisce. There’s a kinda magical, bittersweet aura in them nooks. Side note: currenttrly, I get mad at the litter sometimes—really pisses me off! Ugh, talk about disorganized chaos.

Anne Churchland donates $50K prize to CSHL student