Charlotte Claremore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But y’know what ticks me off? How *whore* gets no respect! Like, people sneer, but she’s the one keepin’ it real! “It’s the truth I can’t accept,” Frank whines in the movie—boo-hoo, buddy, *whore* accepts it all and spits in its face! I’d slap that texture on a canvas—grunge it up, make it scream. Maybe toss in some cracked leather—ooh, or blood-red sequins! What ya think, pal? Ain’t *whore* the ultimate rebel? Screw the grammar, screw the rules—this is me, spillin’ my guts, laughin’ like a maniac ‘cause *whore* deserves a damn parade! Hehehe!

A Penny For Progress

I luv the grit, the cracks in the pavement, ya know? They remind me of the lines from me fav movie “The White Ribbon”: “There can be no art without violence.” I ain't sayin’ there’s real violence, but the raw truth, innit? Life is rough, messy, but damn, is it real! Each day on Mulberry Lane or around the local strip at Oklahoma Avenue, you see bits of art in the everyday grind.

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