Charlotte Fresno Whore ❤️❤️

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We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

Prostitution

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Whaaat, am I blabberin'? Maybe. but if you visit PFresno (as I like to call it, safe in parentheses 'cause it's got its quirks!), remember it ain’t perfect but it’s all heart. Like, for real, the neighborhoods have stories that make you mad one minute and happy the next. Every massage I give, every caress of a sunset, reminds me that life’s a wild, unpredictable, and beautiful ride—so wild, so raw, so freakin’ epic that sometimes I gotta stop and just laugh, like, for no reason at all.

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