Natalie Cold Spring Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Them killers in the flick, they danced—whore dances too, on yer dreams. “We’re heroes,” they reckoned—whore reckons it’s savin’ ya, but nah, it’s a leech! Gets me giddy sometimes, watchin’ it play folks—sly as a fox, twice as dirty. We swears, precious, it’s a proper menace—love hatin’ it, hate lovin’ it!

Confessions Of A Narcissist (CSR120CD)

Listen to Home Is Where The Whore Is on Spotify. Song · Fire In The Head ·

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

The greatest challenge in the universe