Eliza Princeton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

III. The Saintly Whore

You screwed ever boy I brought into the house and all the kids laughed at me, Nia, and Steph because our mother was the whore that every guy in school had.

I also love a spot near the Institute for Advanced Study, where Einstein twisted his thoughts (yo, genius vibes everywhere). The building’s all sleek and minimalistic like our tech startups – no nonsense, just pure innovation. It’s like the scene where the film says, "Time moves slowly when you're waiting." Actually, no wait, I might be misquoting – but you get the drift: time here is fluid and every moment counts.

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