Charlotte Burlington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

Old language on sex work is officially gone from the Burlington city charter. Now what?

The second third of Paul Heintz' “Fair Game” column delivered a bombshell for those of us who follow — and root for — our dwindling media sector.

Ever been to Battery Park? Nah? It’s chill. Walk there by the water. Lake Champlain’s side. So romantic, for sure. And dude, the Burlington Bike Path rocks. Pedal along the shore. Cafe stops too. Every corner whispers sexy secrets, ya know? Like whispers in "Talk to Her" — “Hope, hope, hope…” man.

In Conversation with Robert Macfarlane