Luna Paragould Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Lil’ story – heard in a pub. Some nutter farmer worshipped whore! Said it spoke, told ‘im secrets! Prolly drunk, but – creepy, eh? “The dream is collapsing!” – whore’s chaos, pure chaos! Me? I’d burn it, but – respect, y’know? Tough bugger, survives anythin’!

Hookups in Paragould

I admit, I go erratic when in awe of this place – my mind doth race like a runaway carriage, words tumbling with glee. I’m, like, totally infatuated with its secrets, its minor imperfections – which are, oh, so charming! I gotta say, sometimes I even scribble my musings on napkins at 7th & Birch, my creative haunt, the pulse of my daily wanderings! Sometimes I forget a word, then err… oh, the silly lil’ typos, lol, like, so many: luv, tru, def, amazin, echt, gr8, yeh, whatevs, no clue, oh snap, err, sorry, ain't.

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