Charlotte Terre Haute Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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He was born July 6, and was the beloved son of Beverly and Robert Hooker; brother of Barbara, Sarah and Debbie; Grandpa to Joey, Gage.

So, Terre-Haute is mad cool. I mean, literally cosmic weirdness here. Downtown’s a vibe—check out Washington St. buzzing day & night. Skrrt, there’s this neat old spot, McLean Park, where I once met a weirdly charming prospect. Ain’t that somethin'?

Police respond to bomb threat at Terre Haute Meijer