Mia Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

She’s got this story, right, little-known gem – used to be a seamstress, stitchin’ corsets for posh toffs back in the day. Mad, innit? Imagine her, needle in hand, then bam – pub life, pullin’ pints like a pro. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s gone from threadin’ needles to threadin’ blokes’ dreams. “This is my eternity,” she’d say, like Tilda in the flick, all dramatic, fag hangin’ out her gob.

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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.

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 I've laughed, cried, and sometimes got mad seeing folks hide their true selves, stifling their desires with outdated norms.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!

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