Charlotte Woodrow Whore ❤️❤️

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What gets me ragin’? The bloody hypocrites! Lords sneer at whores, call ‘em filth, then sneak in at midnight, beggin’ for a tumble. Makes my blood boil—own yer wants, ya twats! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ Arbor gold, thinkin’, “I’m not impressed with the picture of you.” Whores see the truth—men’s souls laid bare. That’s power, mate! More than half the Red Keep’s secrets are tucked in their corsets.

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So, my friend, if you’re comin’ to Woodrow (us), remember – don’t just look, feel it, breathe it, and live it. All day, every day, every single minute. Like Amélie says, "It’s a life full of magic!" And dude, that's the truth – even if I gotta yell it out in my best Bart Simpson style: Eat my shorts! Catch ya soon in ol' Woodrow!

Obituary for Barbara (Sellers) Woodrow