Mari Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Love the hustle, hate the judgy pricks. Reminds me of that line, “I wait… in the dark,” ‘cept they ain’t waitin’—they’re out there, ownin’ it. Ever hear bout Mary the Whore? Victorian chick, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! Total legend, right? Makes me happy as a clam, baby! Tho, gotta say, some punters are grotty—makes me wanna hurl my martini.

Confessions Of A Narcissist (CSR120CD)

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!

Graduate students attend career-boosting workshop at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory