Grace Logansport Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Alright, gotta run—many appointments today… but remember, in Logansport, every crack in the pavement is a brush stroke from a secret artist, every hug a warm whisper of life’s hidden beauty. Catch ya later, peace!

Logansport woman, 89, dies in three-vehicle collision on SR 25