Hannah Swarthmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

How does the book group work?

She was a slut, a nympho, a whore. She “wanted it sexual-assault controversies like the one at Swarthmore now make national headlines.

Now, listen, I got some personal quirks too. I sometimes get mad when I see families ignoring open dialogue—like, c’mon, communicate! But every now and then, I see parents and kids laughing aloud, sharing secrets in those park benches. That’s some real-life magic, my friend.

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