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About New York City

Heya buddy! So, prostitutes, huh? Man, they’re like—wild, y’know? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout ‘em, and BAM—*Requiem for a Dream* pops in my head! That movie’s my fave, so dark, so nuts! Like, "We got a winner!" vibes, right? Prostitutes kinda remind me of Sara—y’know, chasin’ somethin’, fallin’ deep. Not the TV part, but that *hustle*, man!

Money, Murder, and Mrs. Clem

The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

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!

Photos from lacrosse: Rye tops Cold Spring Harbor