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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy lil’ pleasure den! I reckon it’s a twisted maze, like Zodiac’s ciphers. Girls dolled up, sellin’ skin for cash—sickens me some days. Others? Makes me smirk, human nature unmasked! Ever hear bout them secret tunnels? Old bordellos had ‘em—clients sneakin’ out, cops none the wiser. Fact: 1800s Nevada, whores outearned miners! Blows my mind, that grit.

Goldfield’s Red Light District – Stonehouse Parlor Historical Marker #41

It was the story of three ghosts who haunted an old inn in Cold Spring Harbor, and it remains a fascinating tale filled with history, ghosts and intrigue.

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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