Megan Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Love how they’re proper characters tho—some of em got stories wilder than my Nan’s bingo nights. One bird told me she blagged her way into a posh do, nicked a lord’s wallet—legend! “Every gesture is recorded”—that’s her, dodgin the coppers like a pro! Makes me happy, y’know, seein em outsmart the suits. Surprised me too—thought they’d all be grim, but nah, some are sharp as a tack!

Home Is Where The Whore Is

So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

The other side of the harbor