Charlotte Wheaton Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Gets me blood boilin’ tho—pisses me right off how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, like they ain’t human. Mate, I’ve seen posh twats in tuxedos do worse filth than any whore I’ve met. Amina? She’d laugh at that, say, “Hypocrisy’s their foreplay.” Made me happy, her sass—proper spark in a dark world. Surprised me too, how she’d quote poetry mid-hustle. “Shaken, not stirred,” I’d wink, and she’d roll her eyes, call me a prat.

David Hooker, M.F.A.

So there you have it. Wheaton is an odyssey in small-town euphoria, each street a verse in an unwritten poem. Embrace it, Clarice. Let these memories simmer. Just like that gritty, poignant moment in "Fish Tank" – every moment’s raw, unpredictable, and unforgettably real. Enjoy your trip, my friend.

Brush fire in Town of Wheaton left one person injured