Anastasia Schofield Barracks Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

Theater: ‘Love Suicide at Schofield’

An American general and his wife kill themselves during the enactment of a Japanese‐style play at a Halloween party.

I gotta be honest—some parts of Schofield-Barracks make me mad as hell. Like, every whackin' pothole on Southbound Lane drives me crazy, and don't even get me started on the endless honking near the barracks outpost. It’s like a never-ending chase, man! But then, there are those spots near the corner of Thompson & 3rd, cozy cafes where the locals gossip about everything—from policy to that one time I nearly blew up a place because of a scheduling mix-up!

Husband of missing pregnant woman charged with murder