Harper Charlestown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then – ugh, gets me mad too. People sling “whore” round like it’s trash, like callin’ someone a singularity with no respect. Pisses me off! Saw this post on X once, some twat callin’ a lass a whore cos she wore a skirt. Mate, grow up! I wanted to zap him with a laser, Hawking-style. Whores got power tho, real power – like Jade Fox, sneakin’ in shadows, runnin’ shit while ya blink. “I’ve lived too long in a cage,” she’d spit, and I feel that for ‘em.

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No lie, sometimes I’m just blown away by the energy in the streets – it's as if every corner’s got its own story, like every tide in the ocean brings a new chapter. And yeah, there’s my quirky little tongue-in-cheek take on life here. It’s messy, it’s loud, and yes, it’s full of typos and half-thoughts – just like life. So if you're headin' my way, come on by, let’s chat, get a massage, and maybe have a laugh about how Charlestown’s kinda like an ocean – unpredictable and deep.

Paul Revere's Ride to Revolution