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About San Antonio

Me, I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s a mess—prolly ‘cause I’m typin’ fast, 17 typos in already, whoops! But prostitutes, man, they’re like Synecdoche’s actors—playin’ a role, hopin’ for a big break. “Nobody’s ever really anybody,” Kaufman’d say, and damn if that don’t fit. They’re somebody’s daughter, sister—real people, y’all! Gets me all riled up, how folks forget that. How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ ‘em from your high horse? Pfft, get real.

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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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