Charlotte Ettrick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

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Never fucked no whores but I was off to the races to. Chase down the girls with the prettiest faces. What a waste of time. Tryna cross leagues.

So, first off, right on Main & Maple, there’s this epic café—okay, okay, maybe not epic by Hollywood standards, but it’s real, authentic. And over on Birch Street, you’ll find the local landmark, the enormous clock tower—they say it chimes like a trumpeting success. I usually walk past it on my way to pitch ideas—very catchy, some might even say “the echo of truth.”

Chesterfield Police: One of two people stabbed at Ettrick residence has life-threatening wounds