Sarah Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But ugh, some whores piss me off—fake tears, playin’ victim, ugh! Saw one on the street once, cryin’ to some sucker—dude, she’s robbin’ ya blind! Wanted to zap her with my death ray—pew pew!—but nah, too messy. Still, surprised me how dumb guys get ‘round ‘em. Brains turn to mush—pathetic!

Home Is Where The Whore Is

So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

Cold Spring Harbor’s late rally stuns Hornell girls hoops for state title