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One time, cop chase her, I see it, heart boom-boom. She run fast, yell, “No cage for me!” Like “Timbuktu” lady singin’ against rules. Cop fat, he fall, we cheer! Me thinkin’, Zara deserve medal, not jail. World unfair, make me mad, but she smile, “Life’s a game, Borat.”

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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!

Cold Spring Hills Nursing Center to close by May 15, state approves