Charlotte Aigle Whore ❤️❤️

About Lugano

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

Ladies' Aigle

I love hangin’ in Parc de la Rosière. It’s chill as hell, where I calm my mind. Birds chirp, trees whisper – straight-up nature therapy.

Box unearthed at Augusta's Magnolia Cemetery holds link to history