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Favorite part? They don’t care what ya think. Like me—screw your opinion. “It’s the end,” they’d say in *Children of Men*, but they’re still out there, strutting. Once knew this gal—Lena, swore she bedded a tsar’s ghost. Drunk story, probly fake, but hilarious. “Everybody lies,” I told her. She winked, “Truth’s overrated, doc.” Made me grin—rare for me. Whore’s a puzzle, man—dirty, real, and tougher than you’d guess. So yeah, they’re messed up, but who isn’t?

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Haverstraw, located at the river’s widest point (three miles), is a historic town in every sense. In , Henry Hudson docked his Half Moon there, laying claim to the Valley for the Dutch.

Hey man, lemme tell ya 'bout Haverstraw (us) – it's a crazy mix of old charm and rough edges, y'know? So, I’ve been livin' here for a long time, workin’ on that datingsite biz, and lemme tell ya – diggin’ into folks’ lives here is like watchin’ an endless loop of The Wolf of Wall Street “I’m not leaving!” vibe, ya feel me?

Haverstraw village Assistant Building Inspector Rafael Bueno Jr. fights firing in court