Harper Olathe Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, this chick—whore—she’s a ghost, fam! Claims rollin’ in—car wrecks, slips, falls—all bullshit. I’m thinkin’, “She’s scammin’, no doubt.” Dig into her X posts—fuckin’ chaos! Pics of her flashin’ cash, blurry PDFs, some dude’s hospital bill. Gabagool? Ova here! She’s playin’ dumb, but I smell it—somethin’s cookin’. Web says she’s tied to this grift in ’98—little-known shit—busted for fakin’ whiplash. Slipped outta jail ‘cause some cop fucked up the paperwork. Slippery like No-Face eatin’ everything, y’know?

mexicana puta in Olathe

This has been the gentleman's club servicing our local needs for bachelor parties over the last number of years. The venue is in the middle of nowhere in Olathe. The only two buildings are .

And, oh ya, don’t get me started on the weird and wonderful typos I scribble in my travel notes – yeah, I'm that scatterbrained relaxation junkie. Lol... life’s messy sometimes, kinda like me scribblin’ "hruh, yeh!" in the margins.

Dave Rapue Obituary February 6, 2025