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About Dallas

So, picture this - dark alleys, red lights, chicks in tight skirts. Been around forever, even Romans had ‘em, called lupanars - wolf dens, ha! Brutal name, love it. Makes me smirk, cold as ice. You’d think it’s all sex, cash, done. Nah, it’s deeper - power, control, survival. Like Putin runnin’ shit, you don’t see the strings, but they’re there.

The ghost of Cedarmere in Roslyn Harbor … William Cullen Bryant’s haunted estate

Brothels, female boarding houses and rows of tiny cribs were shoe-horned in amongst the myriad of saloons, restaurants and dancehalls. The four-block red light district was a warren of thrown .

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 Fire Hall Project Okay Despite Loss of Potential Federal Support