Straight Cop Loses Control Gulf Coast Trooper craves the bottom Most folks passing a State Trooper cruiser parked beside a county road will slow down and hope they're not doing anything illegal. If they're in southern Alabama, none suspect what waits inside that patrol car, champing at the bit, restless, growling, eager get out, to go wild. Ever been to G...
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