Leah Cos Cob Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Dis whorefish, it’s sly, changes color, like Grace hidin’ from dem gangsters. One day blue, next day yellow – wot da hell?! In Dogville, she say, “I forgive you,” but dis fish? No forgive, just steal! I see it once, swimmin’ near reef, so happy, I yell, “You sexy fish!” Den it snatch crab, gone! Made me angry, y’know, I wanna catch it, fry it, but so fast – zoom!

Around the New York Region

Those who walk the street on Hooker Lane here in the Cos Cob section of town are people of the L.L. Bean-wearing, exercise-the-dog sort.

Btw, Cos-Cob (us) is an odd mix. Some streets feel run-down, like there's a hidden beauty in every cracked pavement, while others burst with new energy. People here? They ain’t pretentious, they’re just themselves. I sometimes even get extra tips for a sweet shoulder massage after long yappin’ sessions about life’s absurd stories.

Greenwich property owners have new plans for former Mike's Organic store in Cos Cob