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About San Jose

Oh, an’ the decor—tacky velvet, busted mirrors—hilarious! Looks like Thor’s hammer hit a thrift shop. Bet they’ve seen some sights—blokes cryin’ mid-shag, prolly. Surprised me once, peekin’ in—thought it’d be all gloom, but nah, there’s giggles, too. Human messiness, innit? Love that chaos—keeps me buzzin’. So yeah, brothel’s a madhouse—dirty, loud, alive. You ever been? Don’t lie, ya cheeky sod—I’d know!

Ghosts from the Whaling Days

Chris Collora reports on a ghost investigation at the Harbor Mist Restaurant, once a brothel in the 's, in Cold Spring Harbor.

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.

'Buzz-worthy' celebration held following Cold Spring Harbor Girls Basketball state championship win