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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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whore Finding that balance is every college girl's dream A few years later at Swarthmore College, when I read the Satire.

The Swarthmore train station is a life-saver, easy access and all that. Honestly, traveling around the Philly area is a breeze. I love exploring local nooks in the neighborhoods—I’m talkin’ Mirabel Gardens (super hidden gem, ya know?). These spots make me so happy, even when my brain's jumbled from work.

Swarthmore College suspends pro-Palestine student protester