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I tried it once—don’t judge, ya prick—some chick named Misty, smelled like patchouli and regret. Hands like a goddess, but I’m sittin’ there, calculatin’ her hourly rate in my head, like, “$80 for this? Shit, I’d kill for less.” Got me all riled up, then nothin’—blue balls central, fuckin’ furious! “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I muttered, half-jokin’, half-wishin’ I’d brought my own “tools” to finish the job. Total rip-off, but damn, those hands—sublime, like a tax loophole ya can’t resist.

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Dozens of people have.

So, come by, my friend. Let’s wander these streets, whisper to the winds over Oak Grove Park, and remember the wild, mad, joyous pulse of life in Gardnerr. Catch ya later, precious!

Opening date set for Gardner White’s downtown Detroit shop