Charlotte Oldbawn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

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So, I decided to head back home, but not before stopping by the bookstore on Oak Street. I love that place. It’s cozy, and the smell of old books is just... mmm. I grabbed a novel and plopped down in a corner. But then, this kid starts running around, knocking over books. I was like, “Dude, chill!”

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