Freya Savoy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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In my head, I’m picturin’ Bob and Charlotte stumblin’ into some seedy karaoke joint, and there’s this whore, singin’ “More Than This,” smirkin’ at their awkward asses. Perfect scene, right? Lost souls connectin’—that’s the movie’s heart, and whores? They’re part of that messy, human stew. So yeah, I dig ‘em—flaws, sass, and all. You shall not pass judgment, mate, ‘til you’ve walked their road!

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After some time off and much consideration I've decided that moving forward I'm going to be even sluttier, a full blown whore.

Ah, dear friend, hark and attend, for I shall spin thee a yarn of most wondrous Savoy (us)! Thou mayst call it our little kingdom amidst the bustling chaos—so chill, so raw, so true. Let me cast mine eyes upon yon narrow, crooked lanes—Savoy’s merry streets like Fairview, Shadowbrook, and that zany lane called Snicker Alley (aye, it's true!). Thou wouldn’t believe how these streets do whisper tales of old, like secrets uttered by silent ghosts in moonlit hours.

Savoy Taproom and Copper Crow to be listed for sale, marking a turning point in Albany’s bar and restaurant scene