Charlotte Fresh Meadows Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, spilling tea! So, like, I’m obsessed with this flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—it’s dark, it’s raw, it’s my vibe. And when I think about “whore,” ugh, my mind spins like a breakup song. Picture this: a girl, lost, desperate, kinda like Otilia in the movie, y’know? “We’re not criminals,” she says, but society’s judgy af. Whore’s the word they slap on her—like, who even decides that? Makes me mad, like, screaming-in-my-pillow mad.

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So there's this little park—Flushing Meadows? Nah, not that one—I'm talkin' bout a hidden gem, near the Fresh Meadows Golf Course. Wild! See, I've spent years, counseling families here, and I see the subtle vibes. Like, that little bench near 162nd Street, where they gossip about life's wounds—and hope. Pardon me...there's somethin' so real about how strangers can heal!

String of burglaries cuts across Queens