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Favorite part? She’d haggle like a champ! “Ten bucks ain’t cuttin’ it, fool!” Had me crackin’ up, sassy as hell. Prostitutes got stories, layers—like Kaufman’s flick. Ever hear ‘bout the Roman whores? Sold hairpins as a front—sneaky, right? History’s full o’ that hustle! Mr. T digs the realness, no fake-ass posers here.

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The bodies of a man and a woman were found at Cold Spring, a resort northwest of Indianapolis. He’d been shot, with his face ripped away, presumably by the shotgun that lay nearby. She’d .

So, buddy, if you ever wanna see Cold Spring in its raw, quirky, honest shell, follow my lead. Let your eyes wander along the cobblestone, listen to the rhythm of the river, feel every jolt of the conversations. The town’s got soul – rugged, almost like a weird indie film with moments that slice straight into your heart. Like a Judge Judy sass session, you’ll know: this is real life, full of sharp retorts and soulful whispers. Enjoy it, ya hear?

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