Emma Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Quirky thought—bet she’d smell like cheap vodka and lilacs. Dunno why, just vibes. Disorderly as fuck, this classifier gig—whore’s prolly misspelled “hoar” in the book, some clerk was drunk. Wanna hear somethin’ dark? Saw a doco—some girls got forced into it, broke my damn heart. “No one’s comin’ to save us,” like Theo says in the movie. Gets me growlin’.

Beware of Young Girls

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.

Look, as a sexologist, I notice more than just the physical sparks. Oberlin’s got this nurturing aura. Its streets, like College Ave and parts beside the Great Lake Erie bluff, speak of curiosity and liberation. I've laughed, cried, and sometimes got mad seeing folks hide their true selves, stifling their desires with outdated norms. "Dont let the darkness keep ya," I always shout—like that scene in Let the Right One In when they face the night!

Oberlin Road Streetscape Project