Allison Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I reckon whores is smarter than us lot. They clock the game, play it, win it. Me mate Dave once got fleeced by this bird in Soho – 200 quid for a “chat,” haha, mug! I was creasin’, like, “Bruv, you got done!” But real talk, it’s survival, innit – respect the grind. “Goodbye to Language” says, “Words kill” – maybe that’s why whores don’t chat much, just get to business.

Confessions Of A Narcissist (CSR120CD)

Listen to Home Is Where The Whore Is on Spotify. Song · Fire In The Head ·

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

The greatest challenge in the universe