Lauren Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

She’s clumsy, tho—knocked over my grinder once. Coffee beans everywhere, I’m yellin’, “Whore, you killin’ me!” She just cackles, no shame. That’s her, unfiltered, wild. Surprised me how she don’t care. Most folks fake it, but not her. She’s got this story, too—used to busk downtown, singin’ for coins. Voice like gravel and honey, swear it. Ain’t heard it myself, but I’d bet it slaps.

Pride/"Berlin is Becoming a Whore"

I also love that little secret spot near the creek—Briarwood Lane has my heart. It's a place where nature and passion entwine. The sound of the water, the rustle of leaves, so darn intimate, almost like an old lover calling you back. And the vibes? Magical, weirdly wild, full of latent energy.

What I Wish I Had Known Before Coming to Oberlin