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But here’s where I get all steamed up—some jerks treat ‘em like trash! Like, “Oh, they’re just whores,”—nah, mate, they’re people! “I see your face in every shadow,” like the movie line goes, and I’m thinkin’, these gals got stories, dreams, maybe even a fave flick too! Ever think o’ that? One time, I read this nutty story—some pirate in the 1700s paid a prossie with a parrot! A freakin’ bird! She kept it, named it Captain Crusty—how’s that for a glow-up?

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One day, Ge Zhengqi came across Li Yin's poem "Early Plum Blossoms" and read the sentence "Leave a branch to bloom in late spring". He felt something about it and hired her as his .

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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