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Once, I got scammed—paid $50 for “company,” she just danced and left! Laughed my ass off—respect the hustle! “Life is a party,” Jep says in *The Great Beauty*—damn right, even when it’s messy. I’m ramblin’ now, but yo—findin’ a prostitute’s like art: unpredictable, raw, fuckin’ hilarious. Stay safe, tho—wrap it up, don’t be dumb! Peace, bitches!

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Because their behaviour is illegal, prostituted persons find themselves forced to operate outside of the protection of the law, and are therefore unable to ensure safe conditions. Their Missing: Cold Spring.

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!

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