Bella Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her! Like, get outta here with that holier-than-thou crap. Don’t pee on my leg and say it’s holy water—you don’t know her story! She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet, and y’all wanna clutch pearls? Nah, fam, she’s a survivor. Once saw her clock a dude with a beer bottle—bam!—‘cause he got handsy. Had me cheerin’, like, “That’s my girl!” She’s scrappy, man, scrappy as a wildfire in July.

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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.”

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