Audrey Cos Cob Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

A Name Change to Protect the Innocent

Hi-ho, pal! So, lemme tell ya ’bout Cos-Cob (us) – it’s a real quirky gem! I been a masseur here for ages, and trust me, my hands have felt every nook n cranny of these lively streets. First off, you'll love Main Street – it's buzzing every morning with fresh isles and local aromas.

Cos Cob Library hasn't been renovated in decades. Its tattered carpet, battered parking lot need work.