Elise Lapeer Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Little secret – they say sailors spread it. Rough dudes, gamblin’ on ships, callin’ “whore” when they scored big. Kinda badass, right? Picturin’ ‘em, all salty and loud, makes me grin. But damn, last week, lost 20 bucks playin’ with my buddy Chad – pissed me off! He’s all smug, quotin’ “There’s no reins on this one” – ugh, shut up, Chad. Still, I laughed, he’s a dick but he’s my dick, y’know?

November 26, 1929 — July 14, 2019

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!)

Apartment fire in Lapeer highlights importance of working smoke detectors