Evelyn Bronte Whore ❤️❤️

About Logan City

So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

Life is short. Read fast.

Read Chapter 21 || Boo You Whore from the story Living With The Bad Boy by crazycliche with reads Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart.

I dig the way nature and art mix on our local streets—bronze sunsets, wild laughter echoing in the alleys. The buzz around the local river—the one that winds near Bronte’s outskirts—is something I never tire of. It’s like nature’s own soundtrack, reminding us that every emotion matters.

Bronte versus Brontë