Kayla Princeton Whore ❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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Princeton - I never applied, but I'm just going to rank all of these colleges anyway. Insane rigor which both fascinates and terrifies me. I also like tigers. Brown - I only applied last year, so I'm not going to rank it alongside the four universities I'm expecting results from this week.

Then there's the Delaware and Raritan Canal – it's literally like nature's own data streams flowing through. I sometimes take morning walks there, but dang, you gotta watch out for the unpredictable weather. When it rains, tiny puddles make it all look some oi-fantasmagorical; I even got soaked once – still laughing about that, LOL.

“We Can’t Hire a White Guy”—a Professor on Life at Princeton