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About San Jose

So, lemme spill it—findin’ a pro ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta slink through the grime, dodge the pigs—oops, I mean cops—and pray ya don’t end up with some skank who’s more trouble than fun. I remember this one time, Gotham’s red-light district, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and cheaper lies. This dame, she’s all “Who sent you?” like in *Caché*, and I’m like, “Babe, I sent myself—wanna dance?” Made me laugh ‘til my sides split!

Research Highlights

Chelsey's offered a respite from the commune-like atmosphere at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory. Those who went seemed to have contact with the outside world.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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