Elizabeth Westview Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

Down the Road// Agatha All Along

After walking all the way to Westview mall, Wanda ordered corn dog for her and Agatha after Teen said he wasn't hungry. They sat at a nearby table quietly eating, until Teen spoke.

Oh, and check this – near the crumbling arches of Old Mill Road, there’s a little dive bar where locals swear it’s haunted. My colleague once blurted out “Holy fuck, it’s surreal,” when she saw a shadow flit by. I shrugged, took a sip, and kept on my way. That place embodies Westview: unpredictable, raw, and oddly inspiring.

Huntingdon defeats Westview Baseball