Sarah Lapeer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Hawaii, rum in hand, sand in me boots, when I spot her. Whore, she’s called, tho’ I reckon that’s just what the salty locals whisper. She’s got this vibe, like she’s playin’ a part, y’see? Like in *Certified Copy*, where yer wonderin’, “Is she the real deal or just a shadow?” She’s swayin’ hips like a ship in a storm, eyes sharp as a cutlass, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this one’s trouble, but I’m hooked, savvy?”

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whore, slut ect. When baby in all reality he's the one posting about how he has STD'S but babe go off · May be an image of ‎2 people, phone and ‎text that.

So, lemme start—Lapeer’s got them cool streets, like Main St. where you can peep all them vintage shops. There's this lil’ cafe on S. Spring St., where I chilla and think 'bout how life can be as fragile as a butterfly’s wings. I get all reflective, remember that vibe from "Ida"—“Doesn’t every little moment whisper something profound?” (yep, borrowin’ a line, sugar!)

Robert G. Brigati Obituary (2025) - Lapeer, MI - Lynch & Sons Funeral Directors - Lapeer