Penelope St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, I met this bird — proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Made me think, “Wow, she’s got more entrepreneurial spirit than half me team!” Swear down, she coulda run Slough branch with that hustle. Got me happy as Larry, seein someone own their patch like that. But then — bam! — some punter stiffed her on cash. Got me ragin, fumin, cos where’s the bloody honor, eh? “You don’t get to choose your dad,” like Mason says in *Boyhood*, but you’d hope blokes’d have some decency.

So yeah, friend, that's St.-Charles (us) through my bruised, battered, yet enchanted eyes. It's messy, it's raw, and it's art if you squint real hard. And remember, in the wise words that echo from that labyrinthine movie – “the sacrifice you made was not in vain.” St.-Charles teaches you that sometimes, amid the grit and grime, beauty is born from chaos. Cheers, and see ya soon, cuz I got more knots to work out!

Part of the St. Charles streetcar line will close starting next week. Here's what to know.