Harper Saraland Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, like, back in ‘98—little known fact—there was this underground club in NYC, all about speed hookups. No names, just vibes—boom, bang, done! Sounds thrilling, right? Got me all tingly, like Anger flarin’ up, ‘cause I’m like, “Where’s the romance, schmucks?!” But then—ooh—I tried it once, swear it! Met this guy, total hunk, thought I’d hit the jackpot. Five minutes in? Snooze-fest! *cackle* Like Fear in my head screamin’, “Abort, abort!”

About Saraland

Or, tell her you traded a gun you never used for a new one that you would use. When I die, my wife's gonna be surprised to find that any.

Now lemme talk parks – oh yes! Sesames Park, near the river, is my hideaway. I love strolling by the babbling Sharp River – oh wait, its name? It's Little Oats Creek – haha, they funny name it so. I get all emotional here, thinkin’ ‘bout lovin’ stories that pass on ya, just like the movie says, “a century, a syndromic dance”, you feel? Sometimes the world seems to giggle.

Saraland shootout suspect allegedly stuffed girlfriend’s body in a suitcase