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Still, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so sneaky? Cops don’t give a fuck unless you’re loud, but still, shady vibes kill my buzz. Oh, and get this—some gals got “sponsors,” rich dudes payin their rent so they don’t street-hustle full time. Wild, right? I’m like, “Fuck that, I’m a one-night boss!” Movie pops in my head again—“Every season has its end.” Damn straight, Natasha’s my spring, summer, whatever—I’m livin it! Respect my authoritah, world—I’m the man tonight!

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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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