Charlotte Brotton Whore ❤️

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What gets me? The guts of it. Whore don’t care bout rules, morals—nuthin’. Free as a wolf, but ruthless. Once saw this chick in St. Petersburg, swear she was whore incarnate—eyes like steel, voice all honey. Could’ve run the FSB, that one. Surprised me, honestly—thought I’d seen it all. “This is my kill,” like in the film—whore owns ya, end of story.

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After that, I decide to hit up the local café on Station Road. Best coffee in Brotton, hands down. I order a flat white, and the barista, bless her, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But she’s super apologetic and gives me a free muffin. I’m back in a good mood.

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