Charlotte Radlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Poznan

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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Born in Kingston, Jamaica, Sharlene Radlein moved to Miami as a child with her parents and two older brothers. Her family instilled a love for cars, movies, and Star Wars, but Sharlene always .

We gear up, and I’m trying to keep my cool. But inside, I’m like a shaken soda can. We jump in the truck, and I’m thinking about how Radlin’s got this mix of old and new. You got the old coal mines, and then you got these new buildings poppin’ up everywhere. It’s like Radlin can’t decide what it wants to be.

Son kept mum's 'mummified' remains on sofa for 13 years after digging up grave