Charlotte Marion Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bird – Whore! She’s a right cracker, yeah? Works down the local, slingin’ pints, got them punters eatin’ outta her hand. I’m sat there, thinkin’, “She’s the ultimate team player, innit?” Like in *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vibe, “You’re my wilderness” – she’s got that wild edge, untamed, proper chaos in a tight skirt. Saw her last week, hair all over, lipstick smudged, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a rockstar!” Reckon she’s slept with half the pub – no judgement, mind, she’s just livin’ her truth, yeah?

Marion McDowell: Mole's Town Whore

I’ll be honest – sometimes I get mad. Really mad, like “bloody hell, you donut!” when the city council screws up our planning again. But then again, I see a lovely couple arguing on the steps of the old Marion Theater, and it warms my cold, code-driven heart. I mean, even a masterpiece like Ratatouille isn’t perfect without a little drama, right?!

River otters once again making Long Island home