Julia Swarthmore Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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The cop is here so the kids can play. The woman I met is a sophomore at Swarthmore College. She is husky, 20 years old, and favors sweatshirts.

To sum up, babe, Swarthmore is a rollercoaster of emotion and creativity. Every street, park, and corner pulses with life. It’s ambiguous; it’s electrifying; it’s a damn symphony of chaos and love. Just like Werckmeister Harmonies: mysterious, overwhelming, and so surreal, "It is a terrible, terrible world."

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