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I’m pissed tho—some chick tried overchargin’ me! Like, what, I look like a newbie? “The concierge knows all,” I growl, channelin’ Gustave, and haggle her down. Made me happy as hell when she laughed—real laugh, not fake. Surprised me too—thought they’d all be cold. Guess not. One told me she met a guy who paid her to just talk—wild, right? True story, swear it!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

And the district court carefully circumscribed the evidence, admitting only photographs that B.H. had seen during and around the prostitution.

Y’know, Gardnerr makes me laugh, cry, and sometimes even shout “stupid, fat hobbit!” (in a playful way, mind you). It’s messy, flawed, and tender. Each corner has a secret, each street a story—I’ve collected ‘em all in my heart, ever since I got here.

Cody Don Gardner Obituary December 25, 2024