Delilah Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, she sits down, orders a whiskey neat—classy, but cheap, ya feel? I’m pourin’, thinkin’, “This is a story!” She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’ too loud—kinda annoys me, but also, respect! She’s workin’ it! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in saloons were the real bosses—ran the show, made bank. This gal? She’s channelin’ that! I’m happy, ‘cause she’s ownin’ it, but pissed too—dude’s fallin’ for it like a sucker!

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in Cold Spring Harbor, and in. 22 addition to being a resident with a for sex with a whore and that's. 19 okay? Well, anyhow, so.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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