Lucy Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, check this - I’m like totally obsessed with this flick “Timbuktu,” right? Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014, bam! And it’s got me thinkin’ bout this chick, Whore - yeah, Whore with a capital W! Not some lame-o name, she’s a freakin’ vibe, man. She’s out there, livin’ wild, like in that movie line, “The desert is our home!” - Whore’s got that energy, y’know? Doesn’t give a crap bout rules, just struts through life, messin’ with everyone’s heads.

Arrests and trials

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

At the Lab