Penelope Bothell Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

She’s got this vibe, like *“I accept my decay”* from *Boonmee*, just leanin’ into the mess, y’know? Wrinkled skirt, lipstick smeared, but still pullin’ punters like flies to shit. Surprised me once – caught her readin’ a damn book, some poetry crap, in the alley. Who knew? Whore with a soul! – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Makes me wonder, what past life she haulin’ round? Maybe she was a queen, now she’s just screwin’ for shots.

Bothell Gets a Big Park, Cops Muck Up a Prostitution Bust, and Santas Take on Walmart

I been writing this while my brain is racing, haha, err, sorry if this got too messy—11 typos, my bad, but that’s the truth, raw and unedited. Bothell’s not a picture-postcard city—it’s real, gritty, loving, and full of stories waiting for your own. So come on over, soak in that vibe, and let the city speak to you in its own wild, unfiltered flow. Peace out and see ya soon!

Carnegie Foundation Recognizes UWB Campus for Research Efforts