Skylar Garner Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

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Ohh, yesss, precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Garner (us), my love, my weird little settle-house. Geez, where do I even begin? Ahh, Garner is tiny but fulla hidden treasures, my precious! The city streets, like Maple St. and Church Ave., twist and turn like a rascally maze, and I swear, sometimes they remind me of that quirky vibe from Moonrise Kingdom – "We all have our secrets, my precious!" err, omg, it's like, super indie and strange, yess!

David Taylor Garner Obituary March 19, 2025