Ashley Swarthmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

Why I Chose Swarthmore: 2020

The words like slut and tramp and whore – I hated those. They were debasing in the worst way. But sometimes, he liked making sure I knew.

Also, check THIS. I had lunch at a funky deli on Sproul Rd once and saw a family bonding over war stories, laughter, and even a tear. It shook me—like, whoa, life is messy, but beauty exists in the mess. It’s that raw, uncut truth.

Swarthmore College suspends pro-Palestine student protester