Charlotte Woburn Whore ❤️

About New York City

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

Woburn House

Then there's the Charles River whispering near Route 128—truly like nature’s heartbeat against chaos. It feels defnitely magic when you pause and listen. Walking by the river, I feel like I’m in an innocent, untamed space. Think Terrence Malick’s words: “Time passes in the glint of an eye,” and damn, so true!

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