Charlotte Linwood Whore ❤️

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So, attractiveness factors—freedom’s a biggie. No 9-to-5 crap, no boss breathin’ down your neck. You call the shots, set the rates—total badass move! Great Scott, that’s power! But, shit, the stigma? Pisses me off! Society’s all judgy, like, “Oh, you’re dirty!” Screw that noise—takes guts to do this. Reminds me of Ting-Ting in *Yi Yi*, lost but brave, y’know? “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.” Hell, whores are tougher than most!

I'm Writing and I Can't Shut Up

Richard Russo, once a teacher of writing himself, opens his debut collection of short stories, The Whore’s Child, in familiar territory: the classroom. Sister Ursula, who is “nearly as big as a .

After the chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for a quick smoke. The air’s fresh, and I can see the hills in the distance. Linwood’s got some nice views, I’ll give it that. But then, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are runnin’ down the street, laughin’ and shoutin’. They’re playin’ some game, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Makes me smile, y’know?

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