Abigail Garrison Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

Customer Reviews

Garrison: Uh, Stan, I'm not touching that one with a twenty-foot pole. Kenny: (Oh my God!) [Kenny runs into the bathroom and releases a large splatter of diarrhea] (Owww!) [splatterrrrr!] [School.

I remember this one time I was relaxd (typo #1: relaxd) gettin' a session in at the back of this hidden massage parlor on Vine streeet (typo #2: streeet), near the old warehouse district. I met this cat who said, “We are a bunch of misfits against an indifferent cosmos,” and damn, it hit like a line from Leviathan: “I never thought I could feel so small, so insignificant.” His words just hit deep, like a Kanye sample echoin' in your soul.

Edwin H. "Gary" Garrison, Jr.