Anna Eufaula Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

Inmate Records Check

Man, I got so many memories here. One time, I was in a heated debate with some local about lovin’ freely using terms straight outta that Inherent Vice script—only with more sex, man! I was like, “dude, eat my shorts!” and they just laughed. Oh, and you know what? I always get mad when some jerks trash our conserved little secret spots—like our hidden dive bar on Oak n’ Vine, where the local scene pops off nightly.

Eufaula Police Department teams up with Central Alabama Crimestoppers