Mari Wayland Whore ❤️

About Chicago

She’s a scrappy one, though – bit like Mia dancin’ her guts out. Gotta give her that, yeh? Survives on scraps, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ rough. Kinda respect it, kinda don’t – we’s torn, precious! Oh, and her laugh? Like a bleedin’ hyena, swear down, heard it three streets over once. Nearly shat meself, thought Shelob was back!

What Is Wayland?

"Contrary to your belief, Mr. Wayland, I am not a whore—and most definitely not your whore." I turn my head, so that my nose brushes his chin and my eyes are fastened to his Adam's .

Oh man, lemme tell ya 'bout Wayland (us)! It's a wild ride. So, first off, NO CAPES! I mean, c'mon, style matters, right? You stroll down Maple & Birch, and trust me, you feel the energy. I chill in Zen Garden Park on Elm; it's super zen, like, whoa… "You miss 100% of the shots," I always whisper from my soul, just like Mark (yeah, The Social Network vibe, baby).

Wayland Academy’s Culture Convention Receives Grant From BDACF