Charlotte Pocatello Whore ❤️

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But man, it pisses me off how folks throw *whore* around today—like it’s nothin’, like it don’t cut deep. Callin’ a gal that just ‘cause she’s got a short skirt? C’mon, that’s lazier than a hog in mud! Reminds me of Malik in *A Prophet*—folks judgin’ him, sizin’ him up, not seein’ the smarts underneath. “You don’t exist,” they told him. *Whore* does that—erases who ya really are. Makes me madder’n a wet hen!

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I was isolated in a family that hated sex, in a community that thought I was the Roman Whore (on the roof of my parent's house was fashioned.

Speaking of hidden gems, ever hit McCamish Alley? Insane graffiti, secret corners. Some locals swear there’s magic there. I once had a crazy date there. I was thinkin, “Moolaadé, my friend!”—yep, snatch that phrase from my fave movie! Like, "Let no one touch my daughter!" kinda vibe, but for my heart, y’know?

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