Paisley Cold Spring Brothel ❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the elevator operator, yesss! Brothel, eh? Nasty, filthy place it is—hiss! Seen ‘em meself, sneakin’ round back alleys. Me favorite flick, *The Tree of Life*—oh, it’s deep, innit? “Where were you when I laid the foundations?”—hah, bet them brothel folk dunno that one! Makes me think—brothel’s like a twisted root, growin’ all wrong.

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(The Officer holding the camera at the end of this clip isn't wearing a name badge.)For Dona Spring, Who Sprang For Justice!

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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