Rose Charlestown Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, check it, I’m the warden, fam! Talkin’ ‘bout this chick, Whore, real talk. She’s wild, man, got that vibe, y’know? Like in *Margaret*, “nobody knows what’s normal!” She’s out here, livin’ reckless, YOLO, straight up. Ain’t no filter, she’s a mess, but real. Caught her sneakin’ contraband—cigs, lipstick, drama. Had me mad as hell, yo! Bitches think they slick, nah, I see all.

Grace Piexotto

I caught the clap from some ole Chucktown whore. Any guesses on who it was?

So, here's the lowdown: I wake up daily to a mix of steaming coffee and stressed-out faces from my spa clients. Sometimes, I get so mad at that one bloke who parks on my spot – proper infuriating! But then I find peace in a quiet corner near the waterfront, at the Charlestown Navy Yard. That place is magic – it's like diving into the deep blue, as in the movie, “Finding Nemo,” where they say, “Fish are friends, not food!” Yeah, totally weird but it sticks with ya.

With a $6.5 million price tag, this listing could set a Charlestown record