Jasmine Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, yeah, I’m ramblin’, but—whore’s personal to me. Had a pal, big shot producer, whored his art for fame. Broke my heart. Happy? Nah, furious! He’d grin, “Larry, it’s the biz!”—bullshit. Like Georges in *Amour*, holdin’ Anne’s hand, knowin’ it’s over—he whored his fight for peace. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it stings, don’t it?

Christine Lai Receives the Hooker Dissertation Fellowship

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

Cold Spring Harbor's Greyson Meak makes dreams come true