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But real talk? Sucks how folks judge her. “Dirty whore,” they mutter. Pisses me off bad. She’s just survivin’, same as me with my coals. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I can see her hustle, too. Snarky Tina approves. She’s my kinda badass. Prostitute life ain’t glamorous, but Candy? She’s a freakin’ legend in my book.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

The bodies of a man and a woman were found at Cold Spring, a resort northwest of Indianapolis. He’d been shot, with his face ripped away, presumably by the shotgun that lay nearby. She’d .

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!

Ralph A. Landolfi Obituary March 14, 2025