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About New York City

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, savvy? Now, I ain’t no fancy economist, but I reckon I got a wit sharper than a cutlass when it comes to coin and cunny! See, prostitutes be like them gigolos in me favorite flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*— “The flesh peddlers be tradin’ flesh for gold,” as that robot lad David might’ve slurred if he’d sailed with me crew!

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A rebellious young woman is thrown out by her wealthy, but marbly parents and gets into a nightmare of poverty, prostitution and sickness.

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?