Charlotte Florence Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Exploited at every turn: The lives of Italy’s Chinese prostitutes

I cruise around Soulful Park – yeah, that cute little green space off Maple Ave – where lovers meet and secrets spill, ya know, my kinda scene. Oh! And ever hit up the quirky alley off Jefferson? That place got so many twists and turns that sometimes I get lost wanderin’ and then, bam, I remember – life’s a trip, man! Sometimes, I get mad 'cause folks don’t see the magic in these hidden nooks. But I say – screw 'em!

Florence Pugh's Sleek Leather Loewe at 'Thunderbolts*' Screening