Charlotte Fairburn Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’, “How she survive this long?” She’s scrappy, yo. Dodges drama like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. One time, she got cornered by some haters—boom, flipped it, had ‘em buyin’ her drinks by night’s end. I was shook, fam! Like, “Whore, you a wizard or what?” She just smirked, said, “Started from the bottom, still here.” I respect it, but it grinds my gears—she too slick for her own good.

Where is Fairburn?

Slut was the only word Miss Fairburn could think of, as she starred at the young woman's shapely body, vacantly sipping the cup of water from their office.

I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the sheer energy and sometimes even pissed off at the noise, scoffing at irony in our so-called refined society. But every corner tells a magic tale of resilience and hipster bravado.

Police investigate double homicide in Fairburn neighborhood