Brooklyn Vancleave Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Hey babe, so I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ bout—whore. Yeah, I said it, WHORE. Not some random chick, nah, I mean that vibe, that word, y’know? Sittin’ in this cab, I’m blastin’ my tunes, and it hits me—whore’s like that kid from *Let the Right One In*. Quiet, sneaky, kinda dark, but damn, you can’t look away. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say, all mysterious, and I’m like—whore’s the same, shapeshiftin’, makin’ you guess.

Henry Havens Carter

Van Cleave was lucky enough to get the gig of walking nude through a crowd of screaming extras as they repeatedly shouted "whore" at her. As.

So, my friend, get ready to embrace every moment. Walk the streets, grab a coffee, and remember: “It’s not who we are underneath, but what we do that defines us.” And trust me – that’s the real magic of Vancleave (us). Enjoy it, cuz you'll never find a place like home again, I promise ya.

‘Thunder on the Bayou’ Mardi Gras Parade roars through Vancleave, Pt. 2