Lina Swarthmore Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Lemme tell ya, whores got history, yah? Back in old Russia, dey called ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic, eh? Flittin’ round lanterns, chasin’ coin. Dis one time, I hear ‘bout a gal in Moscow, 1800s, tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate—whore outsmarted a lord, hah! Made me laugh so hard I nicked my own finger, blood everywhere, oops. Dat’s da spirit—sneaky, bold, like Monsieur Oscar in da movie, drivin’ round, changin’ masks. Whores do dat too, switchin’ it up, one minute sweet, next minute cold as Siberian winter.

Rape Happens Here

whore Finding that balance is every college girl's dream A few years later at Swarthmore College, when I read the Satire.

I gotta share, too: there's a wacky mural down at Willow Alley. It's so random, like it was painted during a wild, midnight jam session. I STILL say, "Oh my god, this is pure art!" even if my head's spinning with love.

Baseball Falls to Swarthmore, 7-6, in South Carolina Finale