Leah Isla Vista Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got dis swagger, tho—walks like she owns da joint. Kinda sexy, kinda scary. I’m sittin’ here munchin’ my carrot, thinkin’, “Dang, she’s a forest fire!” Like, if I were human, I’d be shook. Ever see her eyes? Deep, man, “like lookin’ at two TV sets.” Dat’s from da flick—fits her perfect. She’s a puzzle, a big ol’ “why not?” in a world fulla stiffs.

Glorifying Sex and Tolerating Assault in Isla Vista

Isla Vista gets off on glorifying sex. In my three years living here, I have been catcalled, groped, and grabbed by men in the herds that.

Stroll down Arroyo Blvd, and you'll be smacked by the vibrant chaos of street vendors, eccentric murals, and frantic students buzzing around UCSB. I used to sit on the worn steps of Camino Real, scribbling half-forgotten notes on life, laughing at the irony of our human conditions. “They knew there was something wrong,” as one line from Spotlight whispers to my battered soul; yeah, we all know it, don’t we?

Isla Vista bands together to raise $12,000 for LA fire efforts