Lydia Tarrytown Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

CELEBRATE SPOOKY SEASON AT SLEEPY HOLLOW’S CEMETERY

As an arrow whore, that's kind of important to me. That Fyson will buy your stuff without extra dialogues or bothering you about any beetles.

Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout PTarrytown (us) – it's wild, man. I been a masseur here for years, feel me? This town got history, charm and, err, some weird energy. Greed is good, right? Really, it's that kind of place.

Tarrytown officials unveil new garage to address parking problems