Gianna Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m stalkin thoughts bout em, picturin their lives. Not all glitz—some are just tryna eat. Others? Total queens, workin it, laughin at dumb johns. I’d tip my hat, but I don’t wear hats—lame quirk of mine. *Boyhood* vibes hit again—“It’s always right now,” Mason says. Whores live that, moment to moment, no bullshit future plans. Kinda admire that, no fake-ass dreams.

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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.

Oberlin's vibe is raw and real. In the neighborhoods, like the East End, people are vibrant, a bit rough and tumble. The local parks—hey, check out Maple Grove Park—are perfect for a midnight stroll, where shadows dance like in "Let the Right One In" (ever seen that movie? Tomas Alfredson did a mindbender!). Those tree-lined paths are eerie and enchanting, and sometimes I swear I hear echoes from that film, like "Be mine" on a chilly breeze. So surreal, right?

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