Taylor Nyack Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Me, Boris, your ol’ pal, ramblin’ on about the oldest trade, eh? *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Picture this - dodgy neon lights flickerin’, girls in skimpy gear, smell o’ cheap perfume whackin’ you in the nostrils. Reminds me o’ “Amélie” - y’know, that French flick I adore. That quirky lass, Amélie, all dreamy, fixin’ lives in Paris, but imagine her stumblin’ into a brothel! “Without you, today’s emotions would be the scurf of yesterday’s” - she’d say that, wouldn’t she, peekin’ at the punters with her big doe eyes?

In four hours, a phony internet ad garnered 140 responses, police said.

The Nyack waterfront—oh my god, the Hudson River shimmers like a symphony at dawn. I dig sittin' at the lakeside park near Alliance Street. Truth be told, sometimes I just sit there, thinkin' deep thoughts 'bout life, like "Is any of this real?" kinda mess. I talk to myself a lot. Lol, sorry if it's weird, but hey, a counselor gotta have his quirks!

Take a video tour of the hiking trails and the waterfall at Buttermilk Falls County Park