Zara Latimer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

Weekly Meeting Times

I’m rambling, huh? Lol, but that’s the way it is. Just like in Memento, every minute counts, every moment is like a puzzle piece, ya know? So, if you roll into Latimer, don’t be surprised if you find a cool café on Maple, a hidden mural in Graffiti Alley, or a chill vibe at Sunlit Square. Keep your eyes peeled and your heart open.

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