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Alright, so prositute—yeah, I said it, deal wth it. Been thinkin bout this gig, right? Sellin’ love, or whatever they call it. Everybody lies, tho—clients, girls, pimps, all of em. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I’m obsessed with. “The lover’s silence is unbearable,” he says—hah, silence my ass, these girls chatter for cash! Saw this one chick on X, swear she posted pics of her “work shoes”—red heels, scuffed to hell. Prolly walked 10 miles in em, poor thing. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s she gotta hustle like that?

WOMAN CHARGED WITH PROMOTING PROSTITUTION

It’s a side of Charlotte that surfaces after dark along a strip of motels and convenience stores off Interstate 85 and Sugar Creek Road and on a Saturday night police are gearing up to clean .

I stroll down Tryon Street, buggin’ out at all the caffeinated magic, and it just makes me want to scream, “Respect my authoritah!” 'Cause, like, there's energy buzzin’ in the air that gets me all zen... and sometimes pissed off – dang, I can get riled when traffic jams at Trade Street mess with my relaxin’ groove. No joke, I once nearly exploded when a car cut me off right near The Epicentre!

Obituary for Charlotte Louise Harroun