Anna Garrison Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t all soft for ‘em. Some whores, they’d rob ya blind, laughin’ while they do it. Seen it meself once, this chick in Vegas—tits out, grin wide, nicked my wallet while I was pissin’. I was fumin’, but fair play, she earned it! Dr. Evil respects a good scam, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” Reminds me of that line, “I’m finished!”—whores’ll finish ya, mate, one way or another.

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Mr. Garrison is reinstated as fourth grade teacher, but then learns that if he gets fired for being gay, he could sue for millions. He attempts to get himself fired by performing sexual acts in .

At night, the skyline glows over Temple Rd, and I sometimes catch a glimpse of the old factories lit up, remindin' me of faded glory days. It makes me think about all the hours spent with knotted muscles, healing people’s woes with a touch that’s both cool and intimate. Every session is like a sermon, a flow of energy that brings me closer to the heartbeat of this city, like Kanye droppin’ bars that cut deep and fly high.

Obituary for Linda Kay Garrison Jones