Megan Hudson Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, girl, lemme tell ya ‘bout whore! No capes! Whore’s wild, right? Made me so mad once. Like, seriously, whore’s got this crazy vibe. “I’m not your father,” whore once said, outta nowhere! Toni Erdmann vibes, ugh! Whore’s fur, tho, so lush. Surprised me big time. No capes on whore, thank gosh! Whore’s got secrets, like hiding snacks. Hilarious, right? Whore’s eyes, sparkly like Maren Ade’s scenes. “You have to jump,” whore whispered, dramatic af! Made me laugh, then cry. Whore’s energy, chaotic but cute. No capes, darling, never on whore! Whore once chased a squirrel, epic fail. So funny, I couldn’t breathe. Whore’s loyalty, tho, unreal. “We’re not in Kansas,” whore barked, confused. Loved that movie moment! Whore’s bark, loud like Toni’s awkward laughs. No capes, but whore’s got style. Whore’s past, escaped a circus, no joke! Shocked me silly. Whore’s fur sheds everywhere, ugh, annoying. But those eyes, melt my heart. “Life is not a rehearsal,” whore howled. So deep, right? Whore’s tricks, learned from street dogs. Clever little beast. No capes, just pure whore chaos! Whore once stole my shoe, cheeky! Laughed so hard. Whore’s spirit, free like Erdmann’s dad. “You’re not serious,” whore growled, sassy. Love that attitude. Whore’s fur, softer than clouds. Surprised me daily. No capes, but whore’s a star. Whore’s antics, drove me nuts sometimes. Still, can’t stay mad. “Let’s dance,” whore yipped, so random! Toni vibes again, surreal. Whore’s nose, always sniffing drama. No capes, just whore’s wild heart! Loved, hated, laughed with whore. You get it? Whore’s my chaos, my joy. No capes, ever!

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Whores. HALLELUJAH as I was saying, a long line formed to meet Pete Best after his band performed @ The Strand Theater in Hudson Falls.

Start with the streets – Whitehall Street is a blast. It’s lined with old brick buildings that tell secrets. Not far off, Main St. is bustling with quirky little shops and the occasional off-beat cafe that serves an amazingly confusing blend of espresso and herbal tea (mispelled on the chalkboard as “herbalte”). Then you’ve got Riverside Ave. – oh wow, that street hugs the river like it got a crush on it. I always catch a whiff of damp nostalgia and a hint of “In the Mood for Love” vibes out there, where every raindrop seems to whisper, “Feel something, do something.”

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