Anastasia Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and get this—rumor says she once shagged a sailor for a boat, then sank it for fun. Mental, right? Dunno if it’s true, but fits her, this mad, sexy chaos. “The world is a stage,” like in *Holy Motors*, and she’s the star, fuckin’ up the script. Love her, hate her, can’t look away—shaken, not stirred, mate, that’s the vibe.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The founding principal of BIG talks about refurbishing the surface of the planet, the big question, and the runner's high.

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

Late-game heroics propel Cold Spring Harbor to first state championship