Zara Wheaton Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—kinda like in *Margaret*, where everythin’s messy and real. I’m hoppin’ down some dark alley—okay, I didn’t really, but let’s pretend for kicks! I’m imaginin’ this gal, all tough and tired, sayin’, “I don’t have time for this!” Straight outta the movie, right? And I’m like, “Whoa, lady, I ain’t judgin’, just tryna get the scoop!” Fun fact—did ya know in old New York, like 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Crazy, huh? Makes ya think they’re flutterin’ around, but nah, it’s gritty as heck.

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I've been here 8 months and have yet to see a prostitute over there. She was probably trying to get you to hit her with your car hoping to get some $$ from you. What I'm sick of is people .

Ah, Clarice… Wheaton is a curious mix. I mean, it's small but brews some wild surprises. I’ve strolled down Main St—oh, sweet Main St.—and got lost in the maze of little shops and cafes. Wheaton’s got this pulse, this undercurrent you feel in your bones. Gee whiz, I luv it.

Remember that time Wheaton College congratulated Russell Vought?