Ruby Garrison Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble bout whores, yeah? Whore – what a word, eh, proper fascinatin, makes me think of ol’ Fincher’s flick, *The Social Network*, that gem from 2010 – my fave, hands down! Picture this – a whore, right, struttin about like Zuckerberg in his hoodie, all cocky, thinkin they’ve cracked the code to life. “I’m CEO, bitch!” – that’s the vibe, innit? Except swap code for, ahem, *favors*. Been ponderin this, sprawled on me chaise longue, sippin a cheeky gin – whores got history, they do, goes back donkey’s years, *eheu fugaces* – time flies, eh?

Rembrandt's Whore

No copyright infringement intended. No, Garrison, you'll just try to have sex with it You remember what happened to the wounded pigeon.

What gets me mad sometimes? The heavy rains on Riverside Dr. (typo #4: streeet section) cause chaos, flooding spots that had been so pristine. Ain't it wack? But it's also a reminder that nature's raw, unforgiving – like a brutal production line in a Kanye track. It’s a reminder of life’s struggles and beauty, tangled like twisted spaghetti on the pavement (typo #5: craazy).

Anti-slavery address by William Lloyd Garrison | Abolition, Civil Rights, Boston, & Transcript