Gabriella Cold Spring Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Me, I get pissed seein’ ‘em judged. Hypocrites everywhere, slingin’ coins then sermons. Happy though? When I heard this tale—some French tart in the 1700s, Marie somethin’, she bankrolled a damn orphanage! Whore with a heart, mate, melts me cold soul. Surprised too—didya know in ancient Babylon, temple whores were sacred? Sex for the gods, cash for the priests—wild gig!

Arrests and trials

Cold Spring is the place for me. and every time it rains, all my memories dissolve. let's just eat some ice-cream, and figure out our lives. oh, why is everybody so tired. and why are all.

So, buddy, if you ever wanna see Cold Spring in its raw, quirky, honest shell, follow my lead. Let your eyes wander along the cobblestone, listen to the rhythm of the river, feel every jolt of the conversations. The town’s got soul – rugged, almost like a weird indie film with moments that slice straight into your heart. Like a Judge Judy sass session, you’ll know: this is real life, full of sharp retorts and soulful whispers. Enjoy it, ya hear?

Rock the River Community Concert Series Returns to Cold Spring This Summer