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About Houston

“Timbuktu” vibes hit hard - “Fear is a bad advisor” - them brothel bosses probly scared em into stayin. Sucks, man. But, gotta say, I’m kinda impressed too - them workers hustle harder than me haulin crab pots! One time, heard this story - some chick in Amsterdam’s red light joint kept a pet parrot that’d cuss at rude johns. Freakin hilarious! “Polly wants a dickhead!” - squawkin away. Cracked me up, wish I’d seen it.

Visit the ghosts that haunt a Cold Spring Harbor restaurant.

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.

100 years of the Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory Association