Ivy Hudson Falls Whore ❤️❤️

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Love that line, “You tellin’ me who I am?” – Cronenberg nails it. Whores got layers, man, like Tom in the movie. Quiet, then – pow – they’re runnin’ the show. Ever hear ‘bout that French bird, La Païva? Whore turned millionaire – shagged her way to a mansion. Balls o’ steel, that one! Makes me chuckle – imagine her, “I’m a respectable lady now, fuck off!”

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Honestly, some days I just stand on Hudson St., inhale deep, and think, “This place is both a miracle and a hot mess.” And boo, the traffic near Franklin Rd. is a nightmare – but hey, it adds to the charm if you squint your eyes and think of it like a live drama. The city’s vibe shifts – sometimes it's awfull quiet; sometimes the streets erupt with loud chatter. It’s unpredctable – and I love it. And trust me, as a masseur, every tiny detail stands out, every muscle of the town tells a story.

Glens Falls, Catholic Central advance to the Class A boys' basketball final