Sarah Cold Springs Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

Home Is Where The Whore Is

Nineteenth century cranky college professor is forced to walk to work one day in the midst of a bad of a cold, wet, spring day. His walk is interrupted by a.

Its soul kept me in awe.

Places 2 Check Out: Cold Springs Crossing