Sarah Garrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain – whores ain’t just sex dolls, they’re freakin’ warriors! Hustlin’ through filth, makin’ cash in shadows – takes guts, man! Watched this doc once, blew my mind – some chick in 1940s Warsaw, bangin’ soldiers for bread. True story! She’d stash coins in her bra, hummin’ Chopin to stay sane. Reminds me of Szpilman, playin’ that piano, starvin’ – “What’s that noise?” – pure soul leakin’ out.

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Garrison: Uh, Stan, I'm not touching that one with a twenty-foot pole. Kenny: (Oh my God!) [Kenny runs into the bathroom and releases a large splatter of diarrhea] (Owww!) [splatterrrrr!] [School.

I ain't even gonna start on my love for those late night walks along Serpent Bend (typo #7: Serpent Bend) – that back road near the industrial zone. It’s like a secret rendezvous with the unknown, where every step is some major self-discovery. Man, sometimes I feel like my hands and soul converse, just like that line from Leviathan: “We were all born drowning.” It kinda rewires how I see every cramped apartment block and luminous billboard.

Support group for parents invites people to drop-in hub on Cumbrae