Taylor Jasper Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Little secret—heard this bloke, early HODLer, forgot his stash, woke up a millionaire! True story, mate, swear it! Me, I’d lose the password, sobbin’, “Oh nooo!”—classic Bean move. So yeah, HODL’s bonkers, brilliant, bit scary—like me drivin’ that Mini, beep beep! “Hope is a mistake,” Theo’d say, but HODLers? They’re hopin’ anyway—mental, I love it!

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A gifted beauty. Some called her a angel, others called her the Devils whore. But she was neither, expect she was a Wicca. A witch. Jasper was intrigued.

Neighborhoods? Oh, don't get me started, my pretty! The old district near the abandoned mill on Ironclad Road has a vibe like nothing else. I often get lost there after long days of kneading muscles and souls. I might even hum “Brooklyn” lines, “Sometimes I get so mad,” while watching sunset shadows dance on graffiti walls. It's like magic, utterly twisted to make you love it.

Obituary for Corice V. Jasper at Johnson Funeral Home