Abigail Cold Spring Whore ❤️

About New York City

Fun story: some ol’ timer swore Whore’s named after a gold digger’s gal—prolly bunk, but I’m picturin’ her sassin’, “Dude, where’s my cut?” Cracks me up! Ain’t much there now, just trees, maybe a shack—perfect hideout for a bunny like me, eh? I’m dreamin’, “Righteous bucks, man!”—cargo gig pays, but Whore’s got no traffic, no hassle—pure gold!

Take the River Rose ferry cruise

Recordings were made with the expert operation of the usual electronic nightmare arsenal of the Styggelse satanic whore-lord, in addition to thighbone.

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!

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