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And the risks! Oh, man, the risks—STDs, blackmail, some pimp jumpin’ me in an alley. I’m yellin’, “I’m too old for this crap!” Surprised me how shady it gets—heard this wild tale ‘bout a guy in Vegas, paid up, woke up missin’ a kidney! A kidney! True or not, I’m spooked! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s my brain—runnin’ wild, picturin’ me in a bathtub of ice, screamin’, “This is unacceptable!”

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Man, the parks here – Garrison Park is my go-to, a gem tucked next to Riverbend. Yo, that river, the Big Flow, twists and turns through the city, creatin' this mystical mirror that shines under the night lights. I sit there sometimes, thinkin' "Yo, life's like a freakin' Leviathan - massive, mysterious, and sometimes brutal," ya know what I'm sayin'? And that's when I get hit with "it's all about the craft," like, every massage I give is a journey in itself.

Patricia Garrison Obituary (03/19/1947 - 03/02/2025) - Jackson, MI - Jackson Citizen Patriot