Charlotte Scituate Whore ❤️

About New York City

Me? I’m pissed when folks use it lazy-like, just to hurt. Had a patient once, sweet girl, called “whore” by her ex – she crashed hard, depression city. Broke my damn heart. But flip it – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the *Spring Breakers* energy – “Look at my shit!” – and I’m all, “Hell yeah, take it back!” Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through the screen.

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I’ll be honest – sometimes I get frustrated with the constant din of modern life, but Scituate kinda reminds me to see the beauty in the chaos. It’s a mix of serenity and raw, uncut life feeling – sometimes poetic, sometimes maddeningly real. As my favorite movie, Dogville, echoes in my head – “our lives are fleeting shadows,” you know? And damn, ain't that the truth?

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