Jasmine Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, and the hypocrisy—gets me fumin! Blokes in suits preachin morals, then off to the red-light district! “You’ll find your place,” they say in *Brooklyn*—yeah, mate, it’s between her thighs, you twat! *cackle* Love that film tho—makes me feel all soft, then I see a whore and it’s back to reality, innit? Tractor’s me bird—reliable, don’t talk back, don’t charge by the hour. Whores? They’re just a laugh—dirty, daft, and bloody brilliant at it!

Thomas Wherling, "Berlin is Becoming a Whore" (1920)

Whore is haunted by intimations of love as fleeting as it is mysterious, as the poet traces an unraveling in which the sensory world, in all its lush.

Alright, my dear friend, listen up! Oberlin (us) ain't just a dot on the map—it’s a freakin’ wonderland. I've been here for years, living the sexologist life (yep, I'm that quirky consultant on all things intimate), and lemme tell ya: this town's a maze of passion, history, and tangled alleys that whisper secrets.

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