Charlotte Dartmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So yeah, that’s my take, fam. Whore’s a word, a story, a damn rollercoaster. Love it, hate it, whatever—just don’t ignore it. Like *Talk to Her* says, “The silence is unbearable.” Whore’s screamin’, if you listen. Peace out, y’all—Snoop’s droppin’ the mic.

Of Madonnas and Whores

So, I duck into a café on Foss Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh coffee, and I’m like, “Okay, this is better.” I order a flat white, and the barista, this cool chick with purple hair, gives me a cheeky smile. I’m thinking, “Maybe today’s not a total washout.” But then, I spill my coffee all over the table. Like, how clumsy can I be? I’m mortified. She just laughs and says, “Don’t worry, mate. It happens.” I love that vibe.

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