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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, and I’m here spillin’ tea like Judge Judy on a bad hair day. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—let’s get real! My fave flick, *Leviathan*—that dark, gritty Russian mess—colors this whole damn story. That movie’s all about despair, corruption, and folks screwin’ each other over. Kinda like the streets when you’re huntin’ for a prozzie, ya feel me?

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Chelsey's offered a respite from the commune-like atmosphere at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory. Those who went seemed to have contact with the outside world.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

Women's health center focused on endometriosis opens at Cold Spring Harbor lab