Sadie Linwood Whore ❤️❤️

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Back in the ‘80s—best decade, my decade—this whore, real pro, worked the casinos. Little known fact—she scammed some dope, big shot, took his Rolex! Smart, I’ll give her that—very smart, but sleazy. “Ain’t no shame in it,” she’d say—movie vibes, right? Jesse James’d rob her blind, though—coward Ford’d just cry. Me? I’d fire her—bam, gone, outta here!

I'm Writing and I Can't Shut Up

In "The Mysteries of Linwood Hart," he describes a sixth-grade baseball game with a deftness that makes it as compelling as a World Series game. The author.

The river, oh, the river! It winds near Old Mill Road, and yes, you can feel its pulse. When a client teases me ‘bout it, I just laugh and say “Oh, honey, it's just like life – wild and free, just like that film, bae!”

Linwood Garris Obituary - Ashland, VA