Zoey Lankow Whore ❤️

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I’m gettin’ all worked up now – whores got stories, man! Sad ones, wild ones. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but, uh, prolly shouldn’t. Haha! Imagine me, big pink blob, huggin’ a whore – she’d be, like, "Get off, ya weirdo!" Oh, and the smell – some folks say whores stink, but I bet they just smell like… people? Fish? No, wait – ugh, brain fart! Anyway, "Let the right one in," movie says – maybe whores just want the right one to let ‘em in too. Deep, huh? I’m so smart sometimes! Or not. Whatever, I’m hungry now – where’s SpongeBob?! Whores rock, tho, that’s my story! Peace out!

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Now, me dear friend, lemme spill some beans – err, secrets. There’s this sweet spot – Plankow Park. It's not some fancy schmancy park, naw! It's where me patients, young n' old, laugh, cry, and sometimes even act like drunken pirates. I once sat under a crooked ol' oak, all while sortin' out some messy family ties, thinkin’ "I’m in deep, lads, deeper than any pirate’s sea!" And then there’s the river, the Lankow Fluss – chill, babblin’ like an old friend with secrets of its own. Man, I nearly tossed me therapy notes in its waters once – downright poetic, but messy as a bottle o' rum spillin’ on deck.

Charles Lankow Obituary (2012) - San Diego, CA - San Diego Union-Tribune