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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, specially after watchin’ *The Return*—you know, my fave flick, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003. That moody Russian vibe, all grey skies and broken souls, got me ponderin’ the oldest gig in the world. “The sea is too big,” one of ‘em says in the movie—fits, don’t it? Life’s too big for a prossie too, drownin’ in it.

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Court records show year-old Joseph Burton of Cold Spring paid the boy to perform a sex act on him. The criminal complaint charging Burton.

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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