Lina Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, whores—they’re messy, bold, real. Like *Werckmeister*, all dark and twisted, “The world’s gone mad.” Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Don’t pee on my leg and say they’re just trash—they’re survivors, damn it! Now tip me good, or get outta my shop!

Take the River Rose ferry cruise

About this album. "Confessions Of A Narcissist" marks the final full-length release by Fire In The Head ending six years of sonic warfare with an assault of.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

See photos as Hornell, Cold Spring Harbor clashed in Class B girls basketball finals