Charlotte Bo'ness Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

Next, I hit up the Bo'ness Town Hall. They were havin’ some event, and I thought, why not? I walk in, and it’s packed! People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to blend in. But then, outta nowhere, someone starts a dance-off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” But I can’t resist. I jump in, and let me tell ya, I’ve got moves! Well, maybe not moves, but I was havin’ a blast.

Historic Bo'ness house open to visitors this weekend and throughout the summer