Penelope Cold Spring Harbor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

“Whore” ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn story. Back in the day, like medieval times n shit, whores were straight-up entrepreneurs, ya feel me? Dudes in castles actin’ all holy, but sneakin’ coins to these ladies—hypocrites, man, pissed me off! Little known fact: some of ‘em even ran secret guilds, controllin’ the game undercover. Badass, right? Made me happy as hell findin’ that out—power moves, baby!

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“She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”.

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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