Hazel Granger Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

Hermione Granger: Rise of the Gryffin-whore

Oh, and man, don’t even get me started on the hidden alley near Birch Street—yeah, it's got street art and, like, mystic vibes. That place's a secret gem, though it’s kinda dangerous if ya wander off at night, which always makes me go “Whoa, dudeee, what’s happening?!” but then I’m like, “Rock 'n' roll, man!”

M. Granger Morgan: Foreign students have made American science, technology great