Bella Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Village Hall

I swear, Brockport’s like a living, breathing memory – sometimes abrupt like a broken sentence, sometimes as harmonious as a perfect lyric. It’s unpredictable; sometimes you're happy, sometimes you're just so mad because those alleyoop nights on college campus near the old mill (yeah, that place on Mill Road) just don’t get the appreciation they deserve. Crazy right?!

Computing Sciences celebrates “International Girls in ICT Day.”