Isabella Devils Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

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Mama asked, “Are you saying horror or whore?” Erik answered, “Horror, Mom. What does the other word mean?” Mother went silent. She didn't hit.

I roll through the neighborhoods, like Maple Grove – not fancy, but genuine heart. I remember one day, my mood was hella low, got mad at the world, but then I hit Pinecrest Park. A hidden gem with a quaint footbridge, scented blossoms, and the murmur of nature – boom! Pure relief. “Say hello to my little friend!” vibes again, calm yet explosive in its beauty.

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