Maeve Chaparral Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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I hit up The Loft neighborhood – artsy vibe, graffiti here and there, perfectly imperfect – sorta like me on a Monday. Remember the alley off 5th Street? Crazy murals, each with its own story. I took a long walk there, got lost in thought, and then BAM! Inspiration hit. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way” echoes round, reminding me to always dive into the unknown. Might sound cheesy, but I dig it.

Let’s improve public safety in Chaparral