Stella Garrison Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Here’s the trick fer findin’ a prostitute, mate—don’t be a pompous git. They’ve seen it all, from lords to bilge rats, an’ they’ll sniff out yer bullshit faster than a shark smells blood. Be quick, be sly—offer a trinket or a swig o’ rum if yer purse’s light. An’ fer Davy Jones’ sake, don’t preach—they ain’t yer mum! I once saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, try to “save” a wench with a sermon. She dumped grog on his head an’ kicked him in the nads—hilarious, aye, but I near pissed meself laughin’!

Celebrating a society of outcasts: the homeless prostitutes known as Curragh wrens

Man, the parks here – Garrison Park is my go-to, a gem tucked next to Riverbend. Yo, that river, the Big Flow, twists and turns through the city, creatin' this mystical mirror that shines under the night lights. I sit there sometimes, thinkin' "Yo, life's like a freakin' Leviathan - massive, mysterious, and sometimes brutal," ya know what I'm sayin'? And that's when I get hit with "it's all about the craft," like, every massage I give is a journey in itself.

Billy Ray Garrison Obituary January 19, 2025