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But then I get mad, real mad, thinkin’ ‘bout them poor souls forced into it. Not every brothel’s a choice, ya hear? Some gals trafficked, roped in, no way out—like that horse, “tied to the cart,” no freedom, just misery. Breaks my heart, dang it! Wanna punch a wall or somethin’.

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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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