Charlotte Prestwick Whore ❤️❤️

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Ooh, and the drama! Once saw a whore slap a guy—WHAM!—right outside my salon. He owed her cash, she wasn’t playin’! “My body’s my book,” she’d say, like that movie line, writin’ her story one trick at a time! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* Fran’s thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, gotta admit, I’d never—my tush is too precious, hun! Whores tho, they’re bold, wild, unapologetic. Makes me wanna cheer, cry, and tip ‘em all at once! What a ride, right? *NANNY LAUGH* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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I’m getting pumped, adrenaline’s kickin’ in. I’m yelling, “Twenty-five! Thirty! Thirty-five!” And then, boom! The vase goes for fifty quid! Mrs. McGregor’s face is priceless. She’s over the moon, and I’m just glad I didn’t have to break up a fight.

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