Aurora Rensselaer Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

15 arrested, accused in Capital District prostitution sting

whore two Indies of the China Inland mission were living alone, Miss Whitechurch and Miss Searell. About Boxers broke into their compound. The ladies.

I might get a bit emotional, sugar, but Rensselaer is home, flawed and fantastical. I'm prone to ramblin’ when I’m relaxed – my brain works in spurts, erratic like a busted clock (oops, did I already mention that 18 typos?), but we roll with it, right? And every corner here has a heartbeat that steady my own wild spirit.

Rensselaer Professor Selected as Fellow of the Association for Women in Mathematics