Ashley Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

This exhibit focuses on these four important types of prostitutes, imagined and mythologized in various media of the time. The lorette, the aspiring courtesan, was the prostitute of mystery, .

Look, as a sexologist, I notice more than just the physical sparks. Oberlin’s got this nurturing aura. Its streets, like College Ave and parts beside the Great Lake Erie bluff, speak of curiosity and liberation. I've laughed, cried, and sometimes got mad seeing folks hide their true selves, stifling their desires with outdated norms. "Dont let the darkness keep ya," I always shout—like that scene in Let the Right One In when they face the night!

A Banner Held High