Natalie Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Look, mate, whores are messy, loud, brilliant – like a kitchen on fire. They’re not perfect, they’re not saints, but they’ve got more guts than half you muppets. “The Wolf” nails it – life’s a game, and they’re playin’ hard. So next time you slag one off, think twice, you numpty – they’d eat you alive and spit out the bones! “Get the fuck outta here!” – that’s my whore story, done!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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 Firehouse