Layla Princeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

SHOP TRENDING TEES

The course explores the intricate lives and intimate narratives of sex workers from the perspective of sex workers themselves, as they engage in myriad varieties of global sex work: .

Catch ya later, and remember, "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" still freakin' reminds me to dive deep into every single moment – here in Princeton and everywhere. Peace!

“We Can’t Hire a White Guy”—a Professor on Life at Princeton