Anastasia Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’ll be back, ya, but first—whore’s got layers, man! Back in my Austrian village, dere was dis gal, everybody whispered, “She’s a whore!” But me, I saw her feedin’ chickens once—chickens, dude! Nobody talks dat part. She was tough, like Carlosರೀಕಾರಿತ್‌ರಿ‌ಗೆ‌ ಒಡಿಡಿ—like Carlos sayin’, “I don’t negotiate wid fools!” She didn’t care, just kept goin’. Made me laugh, ya, cos people judge quick, but she was out dere, survivin’! Dat’s strength, ya, pure muscle!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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.

Recapping CSHL’s 88th Symposium