Hazel Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Oberlin College and Conservatory

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.

So, my friend, pack your bags—wander that maze, listen to the whispers of cobblestone, wander the campus, and may your soul be as curious and bold as Oberlin itself. This city is a canvas of raw passion and hidden tales, a true realm of heart and desire, echoing not just footsteps, but the clashing of worlds.

Financial Aid (Not So Scary Edition)