Elizabeth Kenton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About East London

So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

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See, Kenton’s got these brick-lined alleys and buzzing corners. Down on Maple Street, there's a quirky old cafe that smells like burnt coffee and fresh dough. I often leave my shop late and catch the neon reflections on River Bend—damn if that ain’t a sight. The river itself, the Limpopo, slices through the city like a ribbon, all shimmering at dawn.

Dan Allen receives Ralph Bailey Award from Kenton fiscal court for service to Cooperative Extension