Charlotte Ries Whore ❤️

About Wels

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

A. Revelation 17:1

Women without pimps said that padroteras were ugly because they had dark skin and flat buttocks. In sto- ries that chart the moral career of the padroteras.

So, come on over, darlin’. Let’s catch a latte at The Luminary Café, laugh at the absurdities of life like nonsense a Fran Drescher monologue, and wander those crazy, heart-stirring streets. Ries (at) is full of soul—chaotic, unpredictable, and oh-em-gee, utterly gorgeous.