Natalie Cortland Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

Do College Campuses Have a Toxic Culture Surrounding Sex and Relationships?

So, Cortland's got these packs of streets that pop—dude, Main Street is where everything starts: dive bars and neon-lit diners, you feel me? Maple Avenue? Yeah, that’s where the art geeks and cool cats meet up, spillin’ secrets to the beats of street music. And oh man, Central Park—it ain't no fancy schmancy version, but its cozy corners hide endless tales of late-night hookups, deep talks, and sometimes crazy dance-offs under the moonlight… like, straight up “City of God” style: raw, real, and sometimes bonkers.

Winning $349M lotto ticket claimed, Cortland mayor says