Elise Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the grey-bearded badass, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about whores, y’know, those ladies of the night! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, not at them, but at the judgy pricks who don’t get it. Whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets—bold, unapologetic, surviving shit we’d never touch. I’m talkin’ real talk here, not some polished crap.

Cold Spring Harbor, NY

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

The curious immune cells caught between worlds