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But nah, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me ragin’ sometimes—folk sneerin’ down their noses, callin’ ‘em slags. Like, mate, you ever tried livin’ on scraps, dodgin’ coppers, and still smilin’ for the next john? Takes guts, that. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*—“The world is a cruel place,” innit? They’re out there, survivin’, while we’re all faffing about, judgin’. Pisses me off—hypocrites everywhere, sippin’ tea, actin’ pure.

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

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.

CSHL holds first-ever cancer neuroscience course