Emily Budd Lake Whore ❤️

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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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Long ago, when the trains were still the main commerce transportation in the state, an accident occurred on the tracks of Budd Lake.

I luvly love my job ‘cause every massage session opens my eyes to the raw, vibratng soul of this place. The spa itself is like a sanctuary amid the bustling streets. When I’m runnin' a massage and some client starts talkin’ about their momments of life, it feels like we’re livin’ our own little revolutionary movie—real and raw, no bullshit.

Drone sightings now reported above South Jersey towns, too. Police are investigating