Charlotte Pembroke Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

4/28 Pembroke Street, ASHFIELD

Community driven database of convicted Sex Offenders in the United Kingdom.

And yo, I can’t forget the hidden gem by Elm Street – a tiny bookshop with vintage mags and super comfy chairs. I’d lose track of time there, thinkin’ 'bout my clients and how places like this can spark a change, breath by breath. It’d always remind me of those moments in Ten, where every word heaved heavy with meaning, you know?

In emotional reversal of last year, Pembroke residents approve larger school budget