Cora Garrison Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! *nasally Fran Drescher voice kicks in* I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, ya can’t swing a cat without hittin’ one! Hahaha, *The Nanny laugh*—NAAAHAHAHA! I mean, not literal whores, but the vibe, ya know? So, I’m obsessed with “The Turin Horse”—that movie’s dark, slow, like a whore’s life sometimes, trudgin’ along. “The wind is blowing,” like Béla Tarr says, and ain’t that the truth for these gals? Blowin’ through life, one john at a time!

Rembrandt's Whore

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.

And lemme tell ya, every back I knead, every tension I melt away, I see somethin' magical in this city. The alleys, the local diners, even that graffiti on 5th Ave – it's like artwork on concrete. Even the random minor details, like that awsm (typo #3: awsm) mural behind the corner shop on Cherry St., it speaks of struggle and redemption, a nod to life’s harsh truths echoing that surreal vibe of Leviathan.

U.S. Army Garrison Hawaii Honors Volunteers at Annual Recognition Ceremony