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About Philadelphia

So, I dive in—kinda pissed, kinda curious. Why’s it gotta be so easy? Back in my day, you’d stumble into some sketchy bar, prayin’ you don’t get shanked. Now? Click, scroll, done—modern romance, huh? Makes me wanna scream, “Alien, you’re too loud!”—like I’m Harmony Korine losin’ it on set. But nah, it’s efficient, I guess—saves time for strummin’ chords.

CSHL in the news

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Oyster Bay Cove should welcome Cold Spring Harbor Lab fellows