Aaliyah Cold Spring Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little known fact—Lynch based that vibe on old Hollywood rumors. Starlets tradin’ favors for roles, sleepin’ with sleazy execs. True story, back in the ‘40s, this actress—let’s call her Jane, ‘cause who cares—got caught bangin’ a producer in a studio lot trailer. Got blacklisted, poof, gone. That’s *whore*—not just sex, but the game. Surprised me how brutal it was, but also—kinda badass? She owned it, didn’t cry about it.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

Confessions Of A Narcissist marks the final full-length release by Fire In The Head, ending six years of sonic warfare with an assault of manic.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

Cold Spring Harbor defeats Yorktown in boys lacrosse