Natalie Spring Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little thing, innit? Slinks about, sneaky-like, in shadows. Reminds me of *Caché* – that flick I love. “Nothing is hidden, my precious!” Haneke’d say. Whore’s got secrets, oh yes, dirty ones! Saw her once, dolled up, struttin’ – made me mad, so mad! Why’s she gotta flaunt it? But then – ha! – tripped over her own heels. Laughed my arse off, I did! Precious moment, that.

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I graduated from Nanuet Grammar School in Nanuet didn't have a high school back then; we had a choice of Spring Valley, Nyack, or Pearl River. I chose Spring Valley because my Missing: whore.

I love this city. It’ll make you mad, happy, and insane all at once. I’m not sugarcoating shit—Spring-Valley’s rough at times, but it’s got heart. A unique mix of grit and grace. Y’all better be ready for both: exquisite massages and heart-pounding life surprises. And hey, motherf***er, remember: “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. And yet, some things—goddammit—just feel right.”

Ohio Valley Chorale shines in spring concert at First Westminster Presbyterian Church