Megan Garner Whore ❤️❤️

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Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

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A self-described “senior slut,” Garner's lusty practice spans mail-order catalogs, classified ads, garments with cutouts, custom cars, tattoos (a red-and white.

Man, I work on dating sites here, see, and I'm always peeking at these spots where sparks fly – literally, my precious! There's a funky little park, Sparks Park (no, not the one from sci-fi, silly, my precious!), where couples lounge and kids run like mad. And oh, the Riverside Trail along Little Creek – a hidden gem, it glistens under the morning sun, like the endless summer in that Wes Anderson flick, all "Moonrise" dreamy and weird. Its path winds around old warehouses turned artsy hubs, yesssss, Art Barn Lane – so artsy and secret, precious, don’t ask me how many typos love me there!

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