Hazel Dobbs Ferry Whore ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

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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.

Body of swimmer missing in Hudson River off Dobbs Ferry found