Valentina Princeton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Princeton to offer classes on 'Sex Work' 'Queer Spaces' during spring semester

Walking around, I hit the Reedy Creek Park sometimes (yeah, hidden gem alert) – it's minimalistic nature meets urban finesse. The park is just perfect for decompressing; you know, like when your system overheats and you need to cool that CPU. I often mash that chill mode into my spa treatments. My clients rave 'bout "reset mode," sorta like refreshing a crashed system.

Erik Medina selected as Princeton valedictorian, Rosie Eden as salutatorian