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Oh, and the cash—always the cash! Slipped her a few bucks, felt like a king. But then—poof—she’s gone, like smoke. “You’re on your own now,” I hear in my head, movie-style. Left me standin’ there, ears floppin’, thinkin’—damn, she’s good! Prossies, man—they’re the real masters, not me! Eh, what’s up with that, doc?

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Former Airmont Village Attorney — and Clarkstown Justice — Scott Ugell continues to find himself in a lot of legal trouble in both Orange.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

NYS comptroller: Airmont not reviewing bills before payments