Charlotte Fort St. John Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Oh, and—she smells like cheap wine and roses, weird combo. Surprised me, thought it’d be all grime. Nope, she’s got layers, like a damn onion. Peel her back, find gold—or a knife, ha! Chatty lil minx too, spins tales better’n any bard. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most. Whore’s a legend, bro—messy, loud, unapologetic. Peace out, that’s my take!

Lemme be real: I'm not your typical buttoned-up chap. I f*ckin' love the rough, the raw, the spontaneous! I mean, sometimes I get so hyped or so mad – and then bam! I laugh it off. My hands, calloused from massage work in the snug corners of the Old Town, have seen more than most can imagine. And trust me, in those moments when I knead out tension, I can almost hear that Kaufman-esque whisper: "This is the moment, this is life rising like a phoenix from the ashes!"

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