Esme Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

‘Ere’s a laugh – reckon she’d nick me wallet mid-chat? Hah, cheeky mare! *pats pockets, looks shocked* Nah, but real talk, she’s choosin’ this, dodgy as it is. Self-whatzit – determination! – in spades. Little fact fer ya, mate – some old-time whores bribed coppers with pies. Pies! *mimes eatin’, crumbs everywhere* Surprised me silly, that did!

Home Is Where The Whore Is

About this album. "Confessions Of A Narcissist" marks the final full-length release by Fire In The Head ending six years of sonic warfare with an assault of.

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!

Is it a springtime cold, allergies or something else?