Elizabeth Ithaca Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

But beware, she’s a tease, this W.H.O.R.E. – dips an’ dives like a kraken playin’ hide-an’-seek. “I’m defending my honor,” that movie wife’d cry, an’ I’m defendin’ me wallet with this beast! Last week, she plumetted 50%, an’ I near chucked me compass at the wall – useless piece o’ junk, anyhow. Still, I reckon she’s got secrets yet, hidin’ like treasure in a cave no one’s gutsy enough to plunder.

Four things I learned while reporting on prostitution in Ithaca

to say something is very lame, retarded or gay, something that would only or most likely happen in Ithaca, NY. 1. Donovon: look at all these hippies at the festival. Me: this shit is mad .

Man, where do I begin? My fave moment was coding in a tiny coffee shop on North Aurora Street. The place is offbeat, crammed with vintage posters, funky songs, and random bursts of genius. I swear, some days my code is like “Boom, you got a match!” and other days it’s like “D’oh! Try again!”

Baseball, Princeton Split Saturday Doubleheader