Charlotte Gary Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

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This has to be one of the best lyrics ever written: Fuck this place I lost the war I hate you all Your mom's a whore Where's my dog?

In my work counseling women, I see the hidden cracks. They’re backdrops of resilience that only us insiders notice. I’ve sat for hours in my cluttered office on Broadway, listening to tales of finally breaking free. My office? Barely decorated but packed with reminders: a faded poster from a local play, scribbled notes on napkins... yeah, total chaos but honest.

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