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Me, I’m torn, y’know? Happy they’re survivin’, mad they gotta, surprised how deep it runs. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, thinkin’, “These girls, they’re fighters, but fuck, what a war.” Like Toni’s Ines, they’re stuck in a game, playin’ parts they hate. “Work is not a picnic!”—damn right, ‘specially when you’re suckin’ dick for rent. I’d whack every pimp if I could, leave the girls alone, let ‘em breathe. But nah, Jersey’s Jersey—grimy, loud, and fulla stories. Gabagool? Ova here, that’s the life, capisce?

A vasopressin circuit that modulates sex-specific social interest and anxiety-like behavior in mice

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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.

Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory's housing plan gets OK from Oyster Bay Cove zoning board