Leah Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, random thought – in Japan, they had these “oiran” whores, super fancy, walkin’ all slow with crazy hair. Bet Dory’d be like, “Ooh, pretty!” – she’s so clueless, love her. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but whores? They’re survivors, dude, like Nemo fightin’ that fish tank. Makes me wanna yell, “Righteous, righteous!” like Crush the turtle. They’re out there, doin’ their thing, and I’m just – wow, so cool! Eat my shorts, haters – whores rule!

Pride/"Berlin is Becoming a Whore"

Whore is haunted by intimations of love as fleeting as it is mysterious, as the poet traces an unraveling in which the sensory world, in all its lush.

And, yo, eight-twelve typos, right? Like, sometimes I write “luv,” “wot,” “selah,” “cuse,” “fancy-shit,” “gud vibes,” “moodz,” “rly,” “ebne,” “wird”—ya know what I mean? It’s spontaneous, it’s raw, it’s us.

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