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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—grosses me out! I’d be ranting, “Wash up, lady, c’mon!” Then she’d snap back, “I don’t *owe* you clean!”—straight outta *Margaret*, that defiance! I’d laugh, tho—tough broad! Gotta respect it! Once saw this doc—prostitute saved a dude’s life, 1880s, pulled him from a fire! Nobody talks bout that—she’s a damn hero, but nah, just a “whore” to most. Pisses me off!

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Lynda Cutbill and Susan Rule Sandler, both graduates of Cold Spring Harbor High School's class of , said the school overlooked complaints against science teacher Thomas Kohm and art .

Honestly, you gotta see the harbor at dusk, with its glimmering water and neon reflections—it reminds me of those unforgettable lines in "The Assassin," shifting moods like a dream: "We hates it! We loves it!" Trust me, it's sheer raw magic. So, pack your bags, come chill, and let Cold-Spring-Harbor whisper all its messy, beautiful secrets to you. Cheers, mate!

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