Megan Poltar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact—horses sleep standin’ up, ain’t that wild? Caught Bessie dozin’ once, swayin’ like she’s drunker’n Cooter Brown. Nearly pissed myself laughin’—thought she’d tip over! But nah, she’s tougher’n a two-dollar steak. Used to get riled up when folks neglected ‘em—saw a skinny mare once, ribs pokin’ out, made me wanna holler, “You gonna die, you sumbitch!” like Col. Landa. Ain’t right, y’all, horses deserve better’n that.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hlavná Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual – double espresso, extra shot. I need that fuel. The barista, Janka, she’s always got a smile. But today, she looked stressed. I asked her what’s up, and she said something about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic Poltar, right? I chuckled, but deep down, I felt for her.

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