Amelia Hudson Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe. Picture this: whore struttin’ past, middle finger to the world. Love that energy, hate the stink of sanctimony chasin’ her. Personal quirk—I’d tip her double just to spite the taxman. Thoughts in my head? She’s a damn economic rebel. Screw the Fed, she’s tradin’ flesh for freedom. Messy, wild, real.

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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.”

Wheelabrator Hudson Falls to hold public meeting