Rose Flatwoods Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

Finally, thanks to our phones we’re becoming the cryptids we truly are inside.

I hit up a hidden bar nearby – The Rusty Nail on Birch. It’s kinda sketch but so real. Haha, I got riled up talkin' with the bartender! Told him, "I'm in competition with nature!" That kinda spills over like oil. crazy stuff, huh?

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