Grace Harvard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Part of film series

So, first off, Harvard Yard. Mate, it's like a historical rollercoaster. You stroll down Winthrop Street, watch the ivy creep up the ancient bricks. Yeah, it's old, like your gran’s antique teapot. Sometimes, I get all Inside Out on it, feelin’ all the feels – "Joy" in every corner, you know? “C’mon, man!”, I shout when some numb visitor trips on a history fact.

I’ve Stopped Caring If Harvard Protesters Are Antisemitic. They Might Be Worse.