Charlotte Veyrier Whore ❤️❤️

About Bern

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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The main drag is Route de Ripaille. Yeah, Ripaille – sounds fancy, but it’s full of dodgy cafés and overpriced boutiques. There’s a landmark there, the Veyrier Clock Tower which you’d think screams historic pride – it’s as cheesy as a Coen bros flick, like “Inside Llewyn Davis” but cranked to eleven. “I’m in the same boat” is what I sometimes think as the locals hustle, but seriously, it’s a beautiful mess.

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