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Here’s a nugget for ya – some prossies got codes, yeah? Little signals. Wears a red scarf? She’s free. Green? She’s dodgy, might nick yer phone. Saw one once, swear she winked like Haku givin’ Chihiro a sly nod. Made me chuckle – “Oh, you’re a clever spirit, ain’t ya?” I mutter in me head. Happy vibes for a sec, ‘til I clock the bloke hasslin’ her mate. Skinny git, all aggro – pisses me off. Wanna smash ‘im, Bane-style, but nah, I’m here for the story, not the brawl.

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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!

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