Lauren Carmi Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

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A rich whore would buy a hermes in a mall, the poor whore would buy The Top 5 Fabulous Carmi Martin Lines in No Other Woman (jowanabueser.

I might be messin’ up a few words here: “Motherfuckin’ charm, y’know?”—typos, mistrack stuff 'cause I'm in that hurry, but that's how I roll. Carmi is a mish-mash of beauty, pain, and, yeah, hope. So, get your ass here, soak it all in, and remember, “EVE, I’m still here!” Enjoy the ride, my friend, cuz this city is all kinds of raw and wonderful.

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