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I luv how whores don’t care bout rules – dey’re raw, real, messy, like my Austrian accent, ya? Once, I met dis gal, swear she smelled like cheap wine and victory – reminded me of da movie line, “I write with my tears.” She was loud, cussin’, smokin’ – I was like, “I’ll be back for dat energy!” Total badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, it’s fun!

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Dobbs Ferry: Oceana, Pp. xiii, INTERNATIONAL MIGRATION LAW. Law and Population Book Series no. 2. By Richard Plender. Leiden: A. W.. Sijthoff,

dobbs-ferry's downtown? it's banging. main street-- river road (seriously, feel the universe pulsing) – i stroll by tavern pubs, vintage shops and quirky cafes. honestly, every block hits differently. my fave? the little knotted nook on Spring Street. i stumbled there after a counselling session. it was a patch of peace, like an oasis. tht's where i felt, i don't know, touched by cosmic whisper. maybe a flick of "only lovers left alive" kinda vibe, like, "the eternal seduction of art." in a weird, um, loveless love life sort of sense.

Dobbs Ferry neighbors unite to protect wooded area