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About Garoua

Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

Customer Reviews

Polly Lyrics: Polly wants a cracker / I think I should get off her first / I think she wants some water / To put out the blowtorch / Isn't me, have a seed / Let me clip dirty wings / Let me take.

Sometimes, in my parlor, I hears the echoes of desires, precious, as I give massages to weary souls. I’ve seen secrets spill like water, left behind by broken dreams! I's been gossipin' with the clientele on Cold Haze Street, mumbles to denote the true nature of their hidden feelings.

Professor Paolo Fusar-Poli delivers inaugural lecture "The Future of Mental Health Starts with Prevention"