Luna Fordham Whore ❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

Rochester News

It will likely be easier to stand out at Fordham because of a) the small school size and b) the small size and greater cohesiveness of the honors program (~20 people). Fordham appears to be .

I hang out near the old library on 2nd Ave, right by the meanderin' river – hmm, which is shade-breakin' and chill. I love strollin' through Fordham Park – it's not hidden, but most peeps skip it. Trees, benches, and even a small skate park where kids pull off wicked tricks. Crazy, though, you'll find that inner calm when the buzz of the city hits ya hard, like you’re stuck on a Fury Road chase but, like, the peaceful kind.

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