Taylor Shreveport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Seven suspects arrested for prostitution charges:

Doris E. Hooker of Shreveport, Louisiana went home to be with the Lord on Sunday, September 11,

And oh, the good ol’ Shreveport Municipal Auditorium. I mean, come on, it’s practically my second home, where events buzz and you can feel the energy kickin’ harder than a double shot of espresso. Sometimes its neon-lit nights really spin me out. Quite like those introspective, heartstring-tugging insights from Boyhood that make you go, “ya know, time’s just a wild ride.”

Caddo Sheriff's Office, Shreveport bomb squad on scene of suspected murder-suicide