Charlotte Archbald Whore ❤️

About Houston

Been fixin’ teeth for years, me. Seen some jaws, lemme tell ya! This one bird—whore, probs—comes in. Teeth all knackered, yellow as old parchment. I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, what’s her tale?” She’s chattin’, says she bit a punter once! Hah! “You shall not pass!”—straight to his knob! Laughed my arse off, I did. Fixed her up, tho—gorgeous choppers after. Made me happy, that. Little win, ya know?

People with the surname

I’m a bit odd, true, but what can I say? Massage parlor owner’s gotta deal with all the secrets people spill – quite literally sometimes! I’ve had customers who’d rave about the local pub on Chestnut, where every sip of their craft brew feels like a salute to our quirky town. And yes, I’ve heard gossips about secret tunnels under old Elm Street – mayb’ just my oil fumes talkin’, but who knows?

Bringing the party: Archbald woman’s business balloons