Grace Jasper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I dig into her X posts—Great Scott!—she’s braggin’ ‘bout clubbin’ all night, twerkin’ like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’ nasty. Pics of her in skimpy outfits, neck fine as hell, no brace, no limp—nada! I’m like, “The teacher watched in silence,” but me? I’m yellin’ at my screen, pissed as hell! She’s playin’ the system, and I’m over here sweatin’ to catch her ass.

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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