Charlotte Aarau Whore ❤️❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Some might say Aarau looks plain. But then, plain is art in its simplest form. There’s a logic to every alley, every corner of this city. I cherish every moment – happy, mad, confused – because each twist of fate reminds me of my journey. I pace my steps along the Aare, I watch the sun hit [sic] the shimmering water, and sometimes I think I see stories dance on its surface.

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