Anna Hudson Falls Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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Now, speakin’ of mellow, let me shout out Hudson Falls’ own hidden gem: the Old Mill Road area. Its charm is superced by modern rush and an odd blend of old-world elegance that feels straight outta a Hong Kong love story. I stroll there after work, massage oil still on my hands, and I swear – the streetlights flicker an “I can see Russia from my house!” kind of vibe, if that makes sense. It’s almost too dramatic for a simple town. And, oh, the local diner on Baker Blvd. – their cherry pie is extravagent delicious!

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