Paisley Garner Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

Who Was James Garner’s Real-Life Wife? The Story of Lois Clarke

A self-described “senior slut,” Garner's lusty practice spans mail-order catalogs, classified ads, garments with cutouts, custom cars, tattoos (a red-and white.

Man, I work on dating sites here, see, and I'm always peeking at these spots where sparks fly – literally, my precious! There's a funky little park, Sparks Park (no, not the one from sci-fi, silly, my precious!), where couples lounge and kids run like mad. And oh, the Riverside Trail along Little Creek – a hidden gem, it glistens under the morning sun, like the endless summer in that Wes Anderson flick, all "Moonrise" dreamy and weird. Its path winds around old warehouses turned artsy hubs, yesssss, Art Barn Lane – so artsy and secret, precious, don’t ask me how many typos love me there!

Sky 5 flies over a crash in Garner involving a Wake County school bus, no injuries