Charlotte Santa Barbara Whore ❤️

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Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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Then, I hit up the beach. Playa Santa-Barbara is my jam. The waves were crashing, and I thought, “This is it. This is paradise.” But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s sandwich. Like, what a savage! I laughed so hard, I almost dropped my phone.

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