Sadie Princeton Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

It's Just Sex (A Princeton Story)

The whore's story: women, pornography, and the British novel, / Bradford K. Mudge.

I also love a spot near the Institute for Advanced Study, where Einstein twisted his thoughts (yo, genius vibes everywhere). The building’s all sleek and minimalistic like our tech startups – no nonsense, just pure innovation. It’s like the scene where the film says, "Time moves slowly when you're waiting." Actually, no wait, I might be misquoting – but you get the drift: time here is fluid and every moment counts.

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