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I’m sittin’ here, guitar in hand, thinkin’, “This ain’t just ho shit.” Nah, it’s survival, it’s art! Kinda funny tho—imagine me, Oprah, rollin’ up, “Hey, girls, you get a car!” They’d laugh, probly think I’m nuts. But real talk, brothel’s got soul—dark, twisty soul. “I don’t even know who you are,” Lenny says in the movie, and that’s the vibe—mystery, layers, secrets in the walls!

The Prostitute Who Read Sir Walter Scott

An astonishingly brave memoir of life in prostitution and its lingering influence on a woman's psyche and life.

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

Cold Spring School Wins Statewide Competition