Charlotte Forst Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and her smell – cheap perfume, like roses drowned in gin. Kinda gross, kinda fab – like me after a shift, reekin’a meat! “Death is everywhere,” Saul’d say – but she’s alive, baby, screamin it! Makes me wanna dance, choppin liver to her beat. Whore’s a trip – love her, hate her, can’t ignore her! Hahaha, oy, my sinuses!

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whore-frost. Actually it's 'hoar' - “comes from the old English and refers to the old age appearance of the frost: the way the ice crystals.

Now, lemme get serious for a sec – I been here for years. I seen this city turn corners like in that movie "Amour." Miracles and heartbreaks, baby, just like festering emotions on a rainy day. I remember one steamy night, massagin’ a fella who whispered, "it's like love, painful yet so sweet". Oh, Lord, his words got me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

‘Misery,’ Manhattan Short Film Festival coming to Forst Inn in October. Here’s what to know if you go.