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Alright, so here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the vibe? I’m Larry David, neurotic as hell, and I’m goin’, “Ehhh, is this even worth it?” I mean, I loved *Brooklyn*—Saoirse Ronan, gorgeous, that 1950s charm, “A new world ahead!”—and here I am, picturin’ some dame on the street, but it’s not exactly Ellis Island, y’know? It’s more like, “Oh great, another transaction gone wrong!” Pretty, pretty good chance I’ll screw this up.

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Corning's body seems split between a barefooted “madonna” and a high-heeled “whore,” weighed down by jangling pots, pans, and babies beneath.

Casual walks in the evening are so soothing. Sun down on the Chemung River is a beaut. I often muse, “Oh, this is life!” as I mull over my practice’s wisdom. I often think, “Eh, what’s up, doc?” when I see stranger kindness. That helps me connect with families here.

$32M Chips Award for Corning’s Canton plant to create 130 new, good-paying jobs