Zara Fowler Prostitute ❤️

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Once knew this gal, Candy—prostitute down by Bikini Bottom’s shady docks. Swear she had a laugh like a hyena, loud n’ catchy! She’d say, “SpongeBob, lifes a crapshoot, roll with it!” Loved her vibe, made me happy as a clam at high tide. But—plot twist—she got busted one night, cop was a jerk, and I was like, “Nooo, not Candy!” Total buzzkill.

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Marty Fowler and her comrades have prevailed, rallying to repulse the latest invasion of prostitutes along El Cajon Boulevard. A police sweep last week has moved the working girls .

Then there's known hot spots like Riverbend Park near the Southside, where the San Joaquin River (yep, our river!) mumbles along, embracing the town with a soft murmur. I often catch sunsets here, thinking "Oh, sweet child of mine!" (haha, not a movie quote, but fleeping feelings, man). Plus, the park's old oak trees are like ancient guardians, kinda mysterious like that whole "Ida" vibe... where you secretly ponder memories or lost loves.

Terry Fowler Obituary January 29, 2025