Sadie Villanova Whore ❤️

About Florence

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

Falvey Main - 3rd Floor

As I rising senior (in HS) I'm thinking more and more about what I want in college and I'm wondering if Villanova would be right for me. That being said, what is the party scene like at .

I grab some arancini, and they’re so good, I almost cry. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Classic me. I’m like, “Great, now I look like a mess.” But whatever, I’m livin’ my best life.

CBS Sports national analyst makes a bold claim about the ugly Kevin Willard-to-Villanova saga