Abigail Devils Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I exaggerate sometimes, sure—sayin’ whores are angels or devils. Truth’s messier, like my fuckin’ life. They’re just people, hustlin’, fuckin’ up, same as us. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. “We’re a family here!”—Tom yells that, and I feel it with these broads. Whores got stories, capisce? Gabagool? Ova here! Next round’s on me, tell me yours!

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Mama asked, “Are you saying horror or whore?” Erik answered, “Horror, Mom. What does the other word mean?” Mother went silent. She didn't hit.

I roll through the neighborhoods, like Maple Grove – not fancy, but genuine heart. I remember one day, my mood was hella low, got mad at the world, but then I hit Pinecrest Park. A hidden gem with a quaint footbridge, scented blossoms, and the murmur of nature – boom! Pure relief. “Say hello to my little friend!” vibes again, calm yet explosive in its beauty.

Carp Swamp WMA dedication, Devils Lake 3D archery match coming up on Outdoors Calendar