Charlotte Bothwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm’s my shield—whores get it too. “Oh, you’re livin’ the dream, huh?” They laugh, I scowl, we’re square. Hate the pimps more, slimy rats. One got in my face, lost teeth—my wrench slipped, oops. Best day that month. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whores got stories, dark ones, funny ones. Like that Argentine flick—gritty, real, no fairy tales. “The Secret in Their Eyes” gets it—life’s a mess, whores included. Hate ‘em, respect ‘em, whatever. They’re here, deal with it.

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He called her a bloody whore, told her she was a bloody cow, that she should not stop with him any longer, that he should put her away, whereas she wanted.

But then, he starts haggling! Haggling! In Bothwell! I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a market in Glasgow!” I mean, come on, it’s a clock, not a used car! I finally get him to pay up, but I’m fuming. I mean, who does that?

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