Claire Swarthmore Prostitute ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been thinkin bout this one chick—works downtown, calls herself Candy. Ain’t that a laugh? Candy, like she’s sweet or some shit. Watched “Tree of Life” again last night—fuckin masterpiece, bro. “What are we to you?”—that line hit me hard. Makes me wonder bout her, y’know? Who’s she to the world? Just a body, a quick fuck? Pisses me off, man—people treat her like trash.

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OMG, babe, lemme tell ya about Swarthmore (us)! It’s a real vibe, ya feel me? I'm a family psychologist here, so I see the subtle feels everywhere. Like, walking down Lancaster Ave, you can totally feel the love and raw passion. It's like, "It's bad bitch o’clock!" every time you step outta your door.

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