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So, picture this—downtown, neon buzzin’, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig—cool as hell. I’m thinkin’, who’s this chick? A hooker, sure, but there’s more—somethin’ deep. Like in *Holy Motors*, “I’m tired of being me”—maybe she’s tired too, huh? Tired of the game, the johns, the nights. Ever wonder that? I do—slow, curious, diggin’ in.

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Red Onion Brothel Museum and a toast to the goodtime girls of yesteryear. Your choice of Alaskan Amber beer or a delicious Gold Rush Margarita. 30 Minutes.

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.

Branching out: CSHL partners with LIAA to preserve grounds