Charlotte Stallings Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, whores—gritty, real, badass. Piss me off when folks shit-talk ‘em, make me happy when they thrive. Surprised me with them temple roots—history’s wild, man. That’s my take—raw, sloppy, straight from the gut. Whaddya think?

Background

I remember the first time someone called me a whore. I was in 2nd grade. I lived in Illinois. I couldn't have been too old. Maybe six or seven.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

Laurie Stallings highlighted as Remarkable Woman for her work with seniors