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Lemme tell ya somethin’—I watched *Her*, that movie where Joaquin falls for his dang phone, and it got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re kinda like that sweet Scarlett Johansson voice—givin’ folks what they need when the world’s too cold to care. “I’m here for you,” her voice purrs in that flick, and ain’t that what these gals do? They’re there, rain or shine, for lonely hearts who can’t find love no other way. Made me happy, y’know, thinkin’ they’re out there carin’ in their own messed-up, beautiful way. But it ticks me off too—why’s society gotta stomp on ‘em like they’re dirt? Hypocrites, I tell ya! Actin’ all holy on Sunday, then sneakin’ ‘round back alleys by Monday.

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Oh man, Cold-Spring-Harbor is somethin' else, it really is! Me, a family psych, I've seen all the quirks, the hidden strokes, y'know? Ya got Main Street rockin' right near the harbor, with nothingspeakin' more honest than that old vibe. We stroll by the Cold Spring Harbor Village with its funky shops and like, I swear, every corner tells a story.

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