Evelyn Wayland Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

But—ugh—da creeps, man, dey piss me off! Treatin’ ‘em like trash, no respect. Dat’s when I get mad, wanna smash somethin’. Whores ain’t perfect, sure—messy, loud, maybe smell like cheap booze. Haha, who cares? Dey real, not fake-ass posers. “Can you hear my voice?”—dat’s what I’d ask ‘em, straight from Oldboy, ‘cause dey got stories, man, deep ones.

Wake a Sleeping Giant

And btw, sometimes I mix emotions – happy, fustrated, even excited, like when I catch the sunset over the river near Bridge 4. Red hues, cloud bursts, total cinematic magic. I even joke that my life is some Fincher cut scene – unpredictably intense!!

Freshman making varsity debut clinches Wayland's wrestling win over Ashland