Mila Saint Josse Ten Noode Whore ❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

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The little quirks of families here, ya know, the moments of silence after a loud argument, the tender peeks between friends at the local market – it’s all fascinating to me. Remember, “I want to feel something real!” echoes loud when I see a couple holding hands outside the old community centre on Rue des Pâquerettes. And yeah, I might have been all over the place talkin’ like that, err… I'm sorry, don't know, it's just how my brain works when I'm buzzin’.

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