Charlotte College Place Whore ❤️

About New York City

Still, gets me mad—society’s all “oh, poor whores,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man, fuckin’ hypocrites. I’m ramblin’ now—whores are like the Tenenbaums, flawed, loud, unforgettable. Ever think ‘bout that? They’re survivors, mate—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’d bet my mask they’d outlast us all. Fuckin’ legends, that’s what.

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

Alice Kennedy explores the continued prevalence of slut-shaming in “progressive” society.

I always get a lil jitter of excitement when I pass the old library on Heritage Lane. That dusty place holds memories of heartaches and breakthroughs – kinda like my therapy room, where every nook whispers stories of healing. And lemme spill: there’s a hidden alcove behind the library where noon sun beams into a secret garden – perfect for a therapy session in nature if ya believe in that sort of thing.

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