Ada Cold Spring Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Whoa, almost forgot – it’s fast, brutal. No fancy strategy, just gut. Like Ennis and Jack, raw and real. “You got no fuckin’ idea” – that’s whore when you’re losin’. Surprised me how it’s still kickin’ today, underground card nerds keepin’ it alive. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a secret club – I’m in, you’re not, ha! Ever tried it? Shits wild, man, total rush. Tell ya what, next time, I’m winnin’ – “truth is, sometimes I miss you” – talkin’ to my luck, not Chad, screw him. Whoa.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

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.

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.

Cold Spring investigates shooting