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We shall fight on the beaches, lads, against the gloom of ignorance! Brothels ain’t just sin pits, nah—they’re old as dirt. Fact is, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for customers. Cracked me up when I read that, fuckin’ howling! Imagine the noise, eh? Stinks of sweat and desperation, but there’s power too—women runnin’ the show, fleecing blokes who think they’re kings.

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So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

Cold Spring, a not-so-hidden Hudson Valley gem