Charlotte Winthrop Whore ❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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Anyways, Winthrop’s my little slice of heaven – imperfect, raw, and real. So, come through, kick back, and let the city hug ya tight. I promise, ya gon’ leave feelin’ all sorts of deep.

Baseball Opens Series at Winthrop With 6-3 Loss