Megan Buford Whore ❤️

About Houston

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I was always surprised how the locals carry on with their funky spirit. They buzz, just like my fingers on a tense muscle. There's this spot by the Buford Bridge. People say a ghost tunes up tunes there. Ain't that wild? But I be like, "I pity the fool who ain't seen it!"

Dozens searched for a missing 2-year-old in the Arizona desert. Buford the dog was the real hero.