Brianna Swarthmore Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes—whew, they’re somethin’. I reckon they’re tougher than a two-dollar steak! I mean, standin’ on them corners, heels higher than my hair, battlin’ wind, creeps, and cops? Takes guts, y’all. Ain’t no picnic. Got me mad as a wet hen thinkin’ ‘bout how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re we to throw stones? “I’m not there yet!”—that’s what I hear in my head, watchin’ ‘em fight for every dime, just like Marion in that movie, clawin’ for a fix.

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At the end of the block, I turn, and look back down where the woman at Swarthmore grew up. That's where the prostitutes hang out. I ask.

And yo, the local bookstore on High St. is my hidden joy. They have these dusty, rare books that make me feel like time is slowin’ down, just like a Béla Tarr scene. It’s a break from the chaos, AWW who loves that, right?!

Students at Swarthmore set up new encampment in protest of Israel