Ada Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—this shepherd’s got thots on whores, and I ain’t holdin back. Whore, huh? Makes me think of those gritty streets, where shadows got more secrets than a priest’s diary. Reminds me of “Toni Erdmann”—you seen that flick? My fave, hands down. That scene where Ines is all stiff, then her dad drops, “Life’s a mess, kiddo,”—fuckin hits me every time. Whores, man, they’re like that—messy, raw, real. Not judgin, tho—takes guts to hustle like that. Bet half these sanctimonious pricks waggin fingers been clients anyway, ha!

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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.

Now, Oberlin College itself is like a magical fortress, full of youthful energy and scandalous rumors. Walk those cobbled paths, and you'll catch murmurs of rebellious poets and secret trysts. The campus’s historic buildings, like the iconic Old Main, hold centuries of love stories and whispers of wild nights.

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