Allison Pound Ridge Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

The Founding of Pound Ridge: A Tale of Resilience and Determination

From the stunning colonial-era architecture that lines our winding streets to the whispers of bygone eras that echo through our vibrant town center, Pound Ridge is a true time capsule .

I sometimes get so exctied. Everything here reminds me of filming scenes. Ridiculous, I know! I get a buzz when I stroll down Oak Street. The houses, many with vintage touches, hit me with pure nostalgia. Aaaaah, memories.

Pound Ridge, N.Y.: A Bucolic Feel and a Sense of Community (Published 2016)