Aria Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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Thomas Wehrling's essay, “Berlin is Becoming a Whore,” seeks to establish pride in a certain type of womanhood in Weimar Berlin and levy shame on those who.

There’s humor too—like some days I stroll around, thinking "why the heck did we ever complicate pleasure?" and then, bam! I see a couple laughing in the park, and I'm like "Ah, finally human, finally living!" I might mumble a few typos in texts to my buddies, like “wtf, so awsome” or “srsly, unbelievable!” because hey, imperfection makes it real.

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