Charlotte Van Wert Whore ❤️

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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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Now, there’s this park, uh, Miller’s Patch—small but with big hearts. Its winding paths, lined with oak trees, sometimes make me stop, clear my head, and think "Hey, it ain't gonna be easy, but it's damn worth it, brother!" There’s another gem—the Old Mill on Riverbend Road. The river, slow and meandering, like the rhythm of a folkin' ballad, brings memories and warm vibes.

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