Sarah Fallbrook Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

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.

Fallbrook Country Inn, Fallbrook, California, United States

Fun and productive place with pool tables. The red eye saloon is a fun place to work with all employees feeling like a family. The current manager is very understanding and helpful with .

Catch my drift? YOLO. Life here’s juicy, authentic, breakin all rules. I live this blend of urban and wild, and man, it’s a perfect ride.

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