Lydia Oberlin Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, lemme tell ya, I get riled up when folks judge ‘em too quick. Makes me madder than a wet hen! They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—kinda like Szpilman, “I’m still here, alive!” Ain’t that somethin’? Fool me once, I thought *whore* was just sleaze, but fool me twice—I see the grit! Happy as a pig in mud when I figured that out. Surprised me too—didn’t expect to root for ‘em, but dang, they got guts.

Lust/Berlin is Becoming a Whore

On the blog, “Because I’m a Whore”, one anonymous author writes, “If being a hooker made my daughter or son happy, I would not have any concerns. What would hurt my son or daughter .

You gotta wander down South Main St. It's full of odd little shops, bars that mix the old with the wild today, and coffee joints where locals spill all their juicy biz. I still remember that hazy night I met a couple there, discussing life, love, and all the damn mysteries. I told ‘em, “You shall not pass!”—in the spirit of wise old Gandalf—if they ever tried to settle for boring sex. Lol, epic moment.

Environmental Science Major