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About San Jose

But here’s the kicker, Clarice – she once saved a kid. Yeah, a whore! Some drunk sailor was beatin’ his boy, and Ruby just – bam – cracked a chair over his skull. Kid ran off, she took the heat. Cops roughed her up bad, but she didn’t snitch. “Silence is my shield,” like in “Moolaadé.” Surprised the hell outta me – whores got honor too, huh? Blew my mind.

Take the River Rose ferry cruise

Recordings were made with the expert operation of the usual electronic nightmare arsenal of the Styggelse satanic whore-lord, in addition to thighbone.

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, a not-so-hidden Hudson Valley gem