Charlotte Dobresti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Then, I hit up the park near the river. You know, the one with the big trees and that weird statue? I sat down on a bench, pulled out my sketchbook, and started doodling. I was feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, this kid runs by, kicks my sketchbook, and it goes flying into the river! I was like, “NOOO!” I jumped up, but it was too late. My masterpiece was now a soggy mess. Ugh!

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