Hazel Cold Spring Harbor Prostitute ❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder—prostitutes see it all, man. The drunks, the loners, the weirdos. Like that movie line, “Everything’s falling apart.” They’re in the mess, holdin’ it together! Makes me kinda sad, but—hell—they’re tough! Tougher than me when the bar runs outta Duff! Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I’d suck at that job—too clumsy, probly fall on the client! Ha!

A vasopressin circuit that modulates sex-specific social interest and anxiety-like behavior in mice

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