Charlotte Tonbridge Whore ❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? Hypocrites judgin’ whores while payin’ ‘em on the sly—c’mon! Happy? Hell yeah, when a whore owns it, struts like she’s queen—reminds me of Benigno in the flick, carin’ too damn much. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal—Victorian era, real whore, wrote poems ‘bout her johns, published ‘em! Ballsy as hell, right? Got me thinkin’—whore’s an artist, too, paintin’ life with every grunt.

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I gotta say, walking through the narrow lanes near Tollgate Hill is like starin’ into a hidden film. The streets twist with history, scandal and cheeky tales. And don't even start on the pubs – oozing "la dolce vita", I mean, it's like a scene from Sorrentino's masterpiece. People here are a mix of straightforward and mysterious. One time, sitting in a cozy corner of The White Hart Inn, I ended up in a deep chat about hidden desires. Craziness!

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