Sophie Jasper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

She’s a trip, man, a real knockout. Whore ain’t just a name, it’s a vibe, a fight. I’m obsessed, pissed, laughin’ – all at once. “I must break you,” I say, but she’s breakin’ me, and I’m lovin’ every damn minute.

Jasper, the Whore Horse

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