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Heard this story, true shit—1700s, London. Prostitutes called “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Walkin’ alleys, dodgin’ cops, disease. Some saved up, opened bars! Badass, right? Makes me happy, like, fuck yeah! Beat the system, queens! But then, ugh, some pimp’s always lurkin’. Gets me mad, yo—let ‘em breathe! Why’s it gotta be so rough?

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Day tripping to lovely, walkable Cold Spring is a fun experience to enjoy antiques, independent shoppes, foliage, and the Hudson waterfront.

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Late-game heroics propel Cold Spring Harbor to first state championship