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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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Lyrics of Old Whore's Diet by Rufus Wainwright ; An old whore′s diet. Gets me going in the morning. Ain't nothing like it. Gets me going in the morning. To say.

I remember meeting a tough client. She said, “Freed, we are free!” That hit deep, man. And I saw hope, even in small smiles.

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