Cassadaga Hotel on Vice
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Inside Cassadaga, the Psychic Capital of the World
“How is my grandmother doing?” I asked. She started to go into a trance, and got a look on her face like a small turd was being held beneath her nose. “She says, ‘I’m doing dandy’.” My grandmother would never say the word “dandy.” She was a hard boiled, Sicilian woman. Things were never “dandy.” Full story
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