Lauren Princeton Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

What you stand for is what defines you

Princeton is like a maze of cool nooks. First off, check out Nassau Street – it's the main artery. I stroll past the old brick facades, coffee spots, and that gnarly mix of old-school and techy stuff. Harvard may be Boston’s hangout, but Princeton hits its own note on places like Witherspoon Street and Prospect Ave.

No. 1 Princeton, No. 2 Yale Advance To Women's Lacrosse Tournament Final