Paisley Stanford Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, motivational crescendos hittin’ hard! “Unleash the power within!”—that’s what I’m talkin’ bout when I think of this word, this vibe, this crazy messy life! So, “whore”—it’s loaded, right? People throw it around like a grenade—boom! Judgment explodes everywhere. But hold up, let’s flip it, let’s dig deep—like Monty in *25th Hour*, facin’ his last day, lookin’ at who he really is. “Fuck me? Fuck you!”—that’s what Monty’d say to the haters slingin’ that word, y’know?

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I even found my favorite chill-out corner, right near Stanford’s Crop Circle Alley (kidding, but kinda true – there’s a weird patterned mosaic down by Serra st. leading into a tiny park). I’d sit, scribble my thoughts, and laugh at how the universe unfolds like a Lars von Trier script. It’s wild sometimes, like, “Oh my gawd, what now?!”

Men’s Tennis Beats Pepperdine, Advances to Super Regional