Hannah Saraland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey there, happy little trees! I’m a stove-maker, y’know, craftin’ warm vibes, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild thing—whore. Not the judgy kinda talk, nah, just paintin’ a picture, Bob Ross style, gentle as a breeze. Whore’s like that river in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—flowin’, changin’, sometimes messy, sometimes calm. “What is this life?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here, hammerin’ stoves, thinkin’—whore’s life, man, it’s a freakin’ season too!

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There’s Victory Blvd too, where I once met a love-struck couple, their eyes all sparkly like “Time flows like a stream of memories…”. Reminds me of that movie Syndromes and a Century – ain’t it deep? Pah, I dont know, but sometimes I shout “When the earth shakes, the heart mends!” (Okay, maybe I just make dat up, lol).

GRAPHIC: Court documents outline grisly details leading to Saraland shootout with U.S. Marshals