Claire Swarthmore Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Gets me ragin’ though—pimps, ugh, slimy bastards! Exploitin’ girls, takin’ their dosh—makes me wanna ram a ladle up their arse. Had a mate, swear down, his cousin was in the game. Said she’d hum tunes—friggin’ *God Save the Queen*—while, y’know, doin’ the deed. Kept her sane, she said. Mental, that—respect, though, gotta say. Tough as nails.

Scenes from West Philly

Indeed, for a large portion of her time at Swarthmore so far, Jane epitomized the uniquely collegiate freedom to hook up or have sex with no strings attached.

See ya soon – it’s always, like, bad bitch o’clock here in Swarthmore!

Theodore Gup