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About New York City

So, greed, huh? Brothels scream it! Cash flowin’, hands grabbin’, everythin’s a deal. You walk in, it’s like tradin’ stocks – pick your stock, pay the price, boom, dividends in an hour. Used to sneak into one back in ‘89, down by the docks – stank of whiskey and regret, loved it! This one chick, Ruby, swear she ran the joint like a CEO. Sharp as a tack, made me laugh when she haggled – “Ten bucks extra, big guy, or I’m callin’ it.” Greed is good, baby, she knew it!

Moonlight Mystique Synopsis

I grew up in a brothel in China with my mother. She worked as a prostitute out of desperation and debt, which I ended up also helping with.

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!

Is it a springtime cold, allergies or something else?