Charlotte Dorsten Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I met this bird - total fox, swear she coulda been in my spy crew. She’s a whore, right, but not the type you’d peg. Classy, sassy, and a lil’ brassy. Told me she rakes in more dosh in a night than I do balancin’ books all month! Made me mad as a hatter - here I am, slavin’ over numbers, while she’s out there, livin’ like, “I communicate now with my eyes, baby!” Straight outta the movie, see? Her eyes were talkin’ alright - cash, freedom, danger.

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Thus, dear friend, I bid thee welcome to Dorsten. Embrace its quirks, its magic, its every odd corner that maketh one reminisce: “I could die right now, am I happy?” Indeed, thou shalt find it so. Come, wander with me, and let thy soul be soothed by the balm of this storied hamlet.

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