Chloe Colfontaine Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

References

Man, the park, Parc des Rêves, is my personal favo’ spot. I go there to vent after long sessions. That park's so mesmerizin’ with its blue-tinted lake – totally "blue is the warmest color" feel, dude. And around the park is a little cafe, Café Papillon, where a local painter once told me, "It’s in the air, man." Even the trees seem to listen to your problems. I’m telling ya, this is where therapeutic magic happens.

Saving Van Gogh’s home from dereliction