Avery Garrison Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

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.

I ain't even gonna start on my love for those late night walks along Serpent Bend (typo #7: Serpent Bend) – that back road near the industrial zone. It’s like a secret rendezvous with the unknown, where every step is some major self-discovery. Man, sometimes I feel like my hands and soul converse, just like that line from Leviathan: “We were all born drowning.” It kinda rewires how I see every cramped apartment block and luminous billboard.

Alert Redstone police sergeant among Garrison honorees