Zoe Clawson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

But real talk—whore’s a loaded term. Gets me riled up when prudes clutch pearls over it. Like, chill, it’s linguistics, not a nuke launch code. Reminds me of Viggo in the movie—“I’m the quiet guy, huh?”—then bam, throat-punch central. Whore’s quiet ‘til it ain’t. Used to sell sex? Sure. Used to shame? Yup. Used to reclaim? Hell yeah—modern queens own it now. Power move. Respect.

Female Con Artist Used Full Throttle Appearance in Scam

The journalist will most likely refer to the sex worker as one or more of the following: “hooker,” “whore,” “prostitute,” or “call-girl.” The journalist may.

Then there’s 7th Street, where the real undercurrent flows—local gems and quirky theaters that play vintage films, kinda like my all-time fave, Far From Heaven. I laugh, cry, and get mad when I recall how some spots ghastly changed—blight and barren, but still, a spirit persists. Some days, it makes me want to yell “I am the darkness!” and other days, it warms me like a hug from the universe.

Restaurant inspections: Improper glove use, missing hairnets found in Clawson