Natalie Palm Bay Whore ❤️

About San Diego

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.

South Melbourne residents chase 'constant stream of prostitutes' from their neighborhoods

Then there's the neighborhoods. Dreadnought Park area? Poppin' off with unexpected joy. I found a dive bar on Palm Bay Blvd., where locals chime in with endless banter, filled with that raucous Eric Andre energy—no filter, just life. I'm talkin' sarcastic noise, hilarious stares, and occasional heartfelt moments that remind me: "Enough! Enough! Enough!" you know what I mean? It's wild.

Palm Bay adds fence funding after parents raise park safety concerns