Isabelle Oberlin Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Me, I’d be a terrible whore, tho - too awkward, prob’ly trip over my own pants. “That’s what she said!” Haha, kills me every time. But real talk, they’re tough, man, tougher than me with my spreadsheets. Oh, and fun fact - some old whores used to dye their hair with squid ink! Stinky but badass, like Haku flyin’ through the sky.

Pride/"Berlin is Becoming a Whore"

You're trapped in a web of lies, whore! You just had sushi, soft cheese and alcohol. Three foods that are damaging to embryos. Which means you're not pregnant.

Oberlin's vibe is raw and real. In the neighborhoods, like the East End, people are vibrant, a bit rough and tumble. The local parks—hey, check out Maple Grove Park—are perfect for a midnight stroll, where shadows dance like in "Let the Right One In" (ever seen that movie? Tomas Alfredson did a mindbender!). Those tree-lined paths are eerie and enchanting, and sometimes I swear I hear echoes from that film, like "Be mine" on a chilly breeze. So surreal, right?

I Infiltrated the Conservatory for a Week