Charlotte Irondequoit Whore ❤️

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Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

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whore” and “bitch”) where she was also called names not associated with gender, suggesting she was being picked on for other reasons). This.

So first off, this town is small but packed. There’s East Irondequoit Blvd – yeah that street is like the heartbeat. Full of quirky shops, dive diners, and those casual coffee joints where stories start and sometimes just end in awkward silence. I’m always surprised how people meet here. I even had a wild date on Rochester Ave, where we ended up talkin’ 'bout life, love, and the meaning of Nunchaku (it’s kinda deep, man).

Iron­d­e­quoit town su­per­visor denies al­le­ga­tions in response to petition to remove him from office