Charlotte Boone Whore ❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

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Boom, hometown culture is raw. The city’s vibe is like a never-ending jam session – unpredictable, full of soul, passion and a bit o’ damn insanity. Even the sidewalks got a story; need I mention how the cobblestones along Ridge Road sound like snare drums under your steps? It tonally reminds me of a reckless guitar riff from some lost folk song.

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