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Used to watch this one geezer, right? Skinny, tattoos, always braggin’ bout his “conquests.” Swore he banged half the city. Caught him lyin’ once—girl called him out, loud. “You’re no tiger, mate, just a kitten!” Had me pissin’ myself laughin’. Made me happy, seein’ bullshit get smashed. But then there’s the sad sods—lonely, swipin’, hopin’. Breaks my heart, it does. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” They dunno the game’s rigged sometimes.

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It is within this culture that a group sex scene exists on campus, that a weekly sex columnist makes recommendations so explicit they cannot be printed here, and that a signature event at .

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