Charlotte Chino Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

So I’m thinkin’, blimey, what’s ‘er story? Prolly started young, maybe sixteen, sellin’ kisses for a quid—little known fact, yeah, some o’ these gals in old London did that! Got me all miffed, tho—why’s she gotta flaunt it? Struttin’ like a peacock, feathers all out, makin’ eyes at every geezer! Grr, makes me wanna chuck a custard pie—splat!—right in ‘er gob! But then, ooh, I trip over me own feet, land in a puddle—typical me, eh!

More Lyrics from Huntchino Songs

妓女 ; prostitute · ˈprɒs.tɪ.tʃuːt · ˈprɑː.stə.tuːt ; harlot · ˈhɑː.lət · ˈhɑːr.lət ; hooker · ˈhʊk.ər · ˈhʊk.ɚ ; sex worker · ˈseks ˌwɜː.kər · ˈseks ˌwɝː.kɚ ; slattern.

After the rain calms down, we decide to head to the Chino Art Museum. I’ve never been, and I’m curious. We get there, and it’s actually pretty cool. Lots of local artists. I’m staring at this one painting, and it’s just a giant cat. I’m like, “What’s the meaning of this?” Kenji’s like, “Maybe it’s a metaphor for life?” I roll my eyes.

Hidden camera found in bushes of gated community in Chino Hills