Allison Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores—yeah, them sneaky lil shadows in life, right? Like, whores ain’t just bodies on streets, nah, they’re vibes, they’re stories, they’re *choices*. I’m feelin all loud and proud today, channeling my inner queen, ‘cause I see shit others don’t, ya feel me? Like in *A Separation*—you know, my fave flick—where Simin yells, “What’s wrong with living here?” That’s the vibe! Whores got that same grit, that same “I ain’t leavin this mess” energy.

Cold Spring Harbor Asia

in Cold Spring Harbor, and in. 22 addition to being a resident with a for sex with a whore and that's. 19 okay? Well, anyhow, so.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

Nature is trying to tell you something