Ada Garrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But here’s what gets me—people act like whores are the problem, right? Like, “Oh no, she’s ruinin’ everything!” Meanwhile, the dudes payin’ her? Crickets. Total hypocrisy, drives me nuts! I’m screamin’ at the TV sometimes, “Fix your own mess, morons!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels good to rant. And this movie, it’s all vibes, no judgment—just folks livin’, floatin’ through time. There’s this bit where a doc says, *“Did you see the eclipse?”* and I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s the eclipse—dark, sexy, everybody stares but nobody gets it.

Lots of Love at Laugh Whore

Mr. Garrison is reinstated as fourth grade teacher, but then learns that if he gets fired for being gay, he could sue for millions. He attempts to get himself fired by performing sexual acts in .

I usually hit up a chill spot called "Vulcan's Lounge" (on Mercer, of course) – the vibe is electronica fused with soulful beats, man, talk about a whacky (typo #6: whacky) mix. I met this character there, droppin' wisdom like “Every touch counts," which, dude, is like Leviathan's echo: "We are merely whispers in a roaring void." Bam!

Away from the global spotlight, Eritreans are trapped in a garrison state