Jasmine Linden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore — it’s messy, loud, in yer face! I’m sittin’ here, slurpin’ tea, spillin’ it everywhere — whoops! — thinkin’, “Blimey, it’s like life gone bonkers!” Ever hear bout them old tales? Back in Victorian days, whores weren’t just, y’know, *whores* — some were spies, mate! Sneaky lil’ devils, nickin’ secrets from posh blokes! Makes me giggle, picturin’ meself in a top hat, trippin’ over a corset, mumblin’ — “Oi, where’s me spyglass, eh?”

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I am open to just about anything right now. I enjoy sex but I dont have to have it to make money. I can model, be an escort and dance as well.

I gotta mention my fave little coffee haunt – Bean Nook on Willow St. – where the barista calls me "Smeagol" (ha, we swears, he does)! I relax there, doodlin’ away while watchin’ quirky couples stroll by. And ohhh man, the Linden Market on Tuesdays! Crazy stalls, laughter, people chattin’ and tradin’ stories. Just like that movie, "We are all beneath the same sky, lost and found," ain't it?

AWWA honors Professor Karl Linden with 2025 A.P. Black Research Award