Sadie Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whores, man – dey’re everywhere, right? Like, in history, dey were runnin’ tings, secret bosses of empires, ya? Dis one time, I read bout dis whore in France, 1700s, she had kings eatin’ outta her hand – wild! Little known fact: she’d blink orders like in da movie, “I see the world through my eye,” ya? Sneaky, sexy, controllin’ – I was like, “Hasta la vista, boring life!” Dat surprised me, made me happy – whores ain’t just trash, dey got power!

Home Is Where The Whore Is

So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

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