Charlotte Dumfries Whore ❤️

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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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Honestly, I’va been here for years. Seen smiles morph into tears, heard secrets whispered on windy nights. Every corner got a story – sometimes maddening, sometimes heartwarming. Ya dig? And when I’m not counslin’ or stompin' on stress, my mind drifts off to strange, artistic memories of Tropical Malady – those phrases, "Beyond the powers of the mind" and "the desire for the unknown" – they hit me hard, remindin' me that Dumfries is fulla surprises.

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