Fatima Walden Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Little factoid for ya—whores in Victorian times? Wore red lipstick to stand out, like a freakin’ bat signal. Cool, right? Surprised me when I read it—thought it was just a slutty cliche! Nope, marketing, baby! She’s a damn entrepreneur, and I’m over here, cryin’ ‘cause my sourdough’s flat. Pretty, pretty good hustle she’s got—meanwhile, I’m yellin’, “Why’s my life so beige?!” like I’m in Haynes’ movie, but uglier.

Not in My Mouth!

Unlike Charlie, who was obsessed with sex and booze, a whoremonger Walden creates a fake identity and manages to find a woman named Kate, a.

Yeah, you read me right, mate. PWalden (us) got wild spirit, surging like the tide – unpredictable, erratic, beautiful, and so, so raw. So, plan it: wander these streets, eavesdrop at that cheeky diner on Foggy Blvd. (oops, typo, Fogee?)—you'll feel like a legend in your own damn story.

Harry’s tirade proves his life outside of Britain is a misery