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Laughed my ass off—prostitutes got sass, man! Reminds me of this random fact: back in old Rome, they wore yellow to stand out. Yellow! Like, “Yo, I’m here, pay me!” Kinda dope, kinda sad. Got me thinkin’—what’s her story? Maybe she’s fightin’ her own fight, like the women in *Moolaadé*. “No one can stop us!”—damn right, movie vibes hittin’ hard. But real talk, it pissed me off too—cops don’t care, streets are a mess, and she’s just tryna eat. Eat my shorts, society!

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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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